My gayest gelding I thee gave, To ride wherever liked thee: No lady ever was so brave: And yet thou wouldest not love me! Greensleeves, &c. My men were clothed all in green, And yet thou wouldest not love me! They set thee up, they took thee down, Thy foot might not once touch the ground: For every morning, when thou rose, Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, Thy music, still to play and sing : And yet thou wouldest not love me! Greensleeves, &c. And who did pay for all this gear, That thou didst spend when pleased thee? Even I that am rejected here, And thou disdainest to love me! Greensleeves, &c. Well! I will pray to God on high, And that, yet once before I die, Greensleeves, now farewel! adieu! For I am still thy lover true: Come once again and love me! Greensleeves, &c. |