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GREENSLEEVES

(poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's.)



Alas my love, you do me wrong

To cast me off discourteously,

And I have loved you so long,

Delighting in your company.



CHORUS: Greensleeves was all my joy,

Greensleeves was my delight;

Greensleeves was my heart of gold,

And who but Lady Greensleeves?



Thou canst desire no Earthly thing

But still thou hadst it readily

Thy music still I play and sing

And yet thou wouldst not love me



Well will I pray to God on high

That thou my constancy may'st see

And that once more before I die

Thou wouldst vouchsafe to love me



I have been ready at your hand,

To grant whatever you would crave;

I have both waged life and land,

Your love and good will for to have.

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I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head,

That were wrought fine and gallantly;

I kept thee both at board and bed,

Which cost my purse well favoredly.



I bought thee petticoats of the best,

The cloth so fine as fine might be;

I gave thee jewels for thy chest,

And all this cost I spent on thee.



Thy smock of silk, both fair and white,

With gold embroidered gorgeously,

Thy petticoat of Sendall right,

And this I bought thee gladly.



Thy girdle of the gold so red,

With pearls bedecked sumptuously,

The like no other lasses had,

And yet thou wouldst not love me.



Thy purse and also thy gay gilt knives,

Thy pincase gallant to the eye;

No better wore the Burgesse wives,

And yet thou wouldst not love me.



Thy crimson stockings all of silk,

With gold all wrought above the knee,

Thy pumps as white as was the milk,

And yet thou wouldst not love me.



Thy gown was of the glossy green,

Thy sleeves of satin hanging by,

Which made thee be our Harvest Queen,

And yet thou wouldst not love me.



Thy garters fringed with the gold

And silver aglets hanging by

Which made thee blythe for to behold

And yet thou woulds't not love me.



My men were clothe'd all in green

And they did ever wait on thee

No lady ever was so brave

And yet thou woulds't not love me.



They set thee up, they took thee down

They served thee with humility

Thy foot might not once touch the ground

And yet thou woulds't not love me.



For every morning when thou rose

I sent thee dainties orderly

To cheer thy stomach from all woes

And yet thou woulds't not love me.



And who did pay for all this gear

That thou didst spend when pleased thee

Even that I am rejected here

And thou disdainest to love me.



Your vows you've broken like my heart

O why did you so enrapture me

Now I remain in a world apart

But my love remains in captivity.



Greensleeves now farewell, adieu

God I pray to prosper thee

For I am still thy lover true

Come once again and love me!