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GREENSLEEVES. |
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The like no other lasses had,—
And yet thou wouldest not love me. Greensleeves was all myjoie, fyc.
Thy purse, and eke thy gay guilt knives, 25 Thy pincase, gallant to the eie,—
No better wore the burgesse wives,— And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, SfC.
Thy crimson stockings, all of silk,
With golde all wrought above the knee; *' Thy pumps, as white as was the milk,
And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all myjoie, fyc.
Thy gown was of the grassie green, Thy sleeves of satten hanging by,
.Which made thee be our harvest queen, 3.1 And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all myjoie, §c.
Thy garters fringed with the golde,
And silver aglets hanging by, Which made thee blithe for to beholde,—
And yet thou wouldst not love me. «i
Greensleeves was all myjoie, fyc.
My gayest gelding I thee gave, To ride where ever liked thee, |
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