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Alas, my love, you do me wrong, |
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To cast me off discourteously. |
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For I have loved you well and long, |
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Delighting in your company. |
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Greensleeves was all my joy |
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Greensleeves was my delight, |
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Greensleeves was my heart of gold, |
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And who but my lady greensleeves. |
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I have been ready at your hand, |
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To grant whatever you would crave, |
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I have both wagered life and land, |
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Your love and good-will for to have. |
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Well, I will pray to God on high, |
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that thou my constancy mayst see, |
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And that yet once before I die, |
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Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me. |
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