The Irish music of the XVI century (Henry VIII) - Greensleeves | Текст песни

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

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

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.

I bought the kerchers to thy head
That were wrought fine and gallantly
I kept thee both at board and bed
Which cost my purse well favouredly.

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

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

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

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Музыка: неизв. композитор XVI в. (народная)

Слова: приписываются английскому
королю Генриху VIII (1491-1547).
Который якобы адресовал эту балладу одной из своих жен, предположительно, Анне Болейн (1503-1536).

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