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All's my loves, you do me wrong
To cast me out (off) discourteously,
And I have loved you for so long
Delighting in your company.

I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever you would crave,
I waggad have both life and land,
Your love and Good will for to have.

My men were clothed all in green
And they did ever wait on thee,
All this was gallant to be seen
And yet thou wouldest not love me.

R.: Greensleeves was all my joy.
Greensleeves was my delight.
Greensleeves was my heart of gold.
And who but Lady Greensleeves.