Greensleeves — Marianne Faithfull

Alas my love you do me wrong

To cast me off discourteously

For 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 ?

Alas my love that you should own

A heart of wanton vanity

So I must laddie think alone

Upon your insincerity.

Greensleeves ...