Greensleeves

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

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  Greensleeves was all my joy
  Greensleeves was my delight,
  Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
  And who but my lady greensleeves.

Alas, my love, that you should own
A heart of wanton vanity,
So I must meditate alone
Upon your insincerity.

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Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

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

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If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

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

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Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

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Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

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Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.

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Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never sprung water or rain ever fell,
And she shall be a true lover of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.

  Now he has asked me questions three,
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
  I hope he'll answer as many for me,
  Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
  
  Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
  Between the salt water and the sea sand,
  Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
  
  Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn,
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
  And sow it all over with one pepper corn,
  And he shall be a true lover of mine.
  
  Tell him to sheer't with a sickle of leather,
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
  And bind it up with a peacock's feather,
  And he shall be a true lover of mine.
  
  Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
  And never let one corn of it fall,
  Then he shall be a true lover of mine.
  
  When he has done and finished his work.
  Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme:
  Oh, tell him to come and he'll have his shirt,
  And he shall be a true lover of mine.



The Unquiet Grave

Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gentle drops the rain,
I never had but one true love
And in Greenwood she is lain.

"I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may,
I'll sit and weep all on her grave
For a twelve month and a day."

When the twelve month and one day was o'er,
Her ghost begun for to speak,
"Why sit you here all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"

"There's one thing more I want, sweetheart,
And one thing more I crave,
And that's a kiss from your lily-white lips
And then I'll go from your grave."

"My lips are cold as clay, sweetheart,
My breath smells heavy and strong,
And if you kiss my lily-white lips,
Your time would not be long