Mortimer Drake
You're never more alive than the first time someone puts a gun to your favorite head and asks you to dance
Alas, my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I
have loved you so long
Delighting in your company

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


bought thee petticoats of the best,
What cloth so fine as fine might
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,
And all this cost I spent
on thee.

Well will I pray to God on high
That thou my
constancy may'st see
And that once more before I die
Thou wouldst
vouchsafe to love me


Greensleeves, now farewell!
God I pray to prosper thee;
For I am still thy lover true

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