Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me off discourteourly, and I have loved you so long, delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight. Greensleeves was my heart o gold and who but my lady Greensleeves.
If you intend to do disdain, it does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain a lover in captivity.
Greensleeves was...
Alas, my love. that you should own a heart of wanton vanity. So must I meditate alone upon you insincerity.
Greensleeves was...
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, to God I pray to prosper thee, for I am still your lover true come once again and love me.
Greensleeves was...
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