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Alas! My love you do me wrong |
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To cast me out discourteously |
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When I have loved you so, so long |
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Delighting in your company |
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Your gown was of the grassy green |
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Your sleeves of satin were hanging by |
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Which made you be a harvest queen |
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Yet you would not love me |
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Green sleeves was my, all my joy |
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Green sleeves was my delight |
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Green sleeves was my heart of gold |
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And who but my lady green sleeves |
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Alas! My love you do me wrong |
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To cast me out discourteously |
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When I have loved you so, so long |
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Delighting in your company |
