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No ladie ever was so brave,
And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all myjoie, SfC.
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. Greensleeves was all myjoie, fyc.
They set thee up, they took thee downe,
They served thee with humilitie; so
Thy foote might not once touch the ground, And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all myjoie, SfC.
For everie morning, when thou rose,
I sent thee dainties, orderly, To cheare thy stomack from all woes, as
And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all myjoie, fyc.
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing
But stil thou hadst it readily; Thy musicke still to play and sing,
And yet thou wouldst not love me. &>
Greensleeves was all my joie, fyc.
And who did pay for all this geare,
That thou didst spend when pleased thee ? |
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