| Green Sleeves |
A lass my, love
You do me wrong
To cast me out this curlious place
When I have loved you so, so long
Delighting in your company
Your gown was of the grassy green
Your sleeves of satin were hanging by
Which made you be our harvest Queen?
And yet you would not love me
Green sleeves
Was all my joy
Green Sleeves
Was my delight
Green sleeves
Was my heart of gold
But who of my Lady
Green Sleeves
A lass my, love
You do me wrong
To cast me out this curlious place
When I have loved you so, so long
Delighting in your company
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