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

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,but still thou hadst it readily.Thy music still to play and sing;And yet thou wouldst not love me.

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

excerpts from "greensleeves" by Henry VIII