| Alas, my love you do me wrong
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| To treat me so discourteosly
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| and I have loved you so long
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| delighting in your comany
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| greensleeves is all my joy
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| greensleeves is my delight
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| greensleeves is my heart of gold
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| and who but my lady, greensleeves
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| I sent thee kerchiefs for thy head
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| Wrought fine and elegantly
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| Kept thee both at board and bed
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| Yet thou wouldst not love me
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| Greensleeves is all my joy
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| greensleeves id my delight
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| greensleeves is my heart of gold
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| and who but my lady greensleeves
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| Thy gown was of the grassy green
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| Sleeves are satin hanging by
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| That made thee our harvest queen
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| Yet thou wouldst not love me
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| Greeensleeves is all my joy
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| Greensleeves is my heart of gold
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| who but my lady, greensleeves
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| Greensleeves, now, fare thee well, adieu
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| God, I pray, will prosper you
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| and I am still thy lover true
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| Come once again and love me
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| Greeensleeves is all my joy
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| Greensleeves is my heart of gold
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| who but my lady, greensleeves
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| End |