songbook/songs/traditionnel/greensleeves.sgc

{title: Greensleeves}
{artist: Traditionnel}
{album: Angleterre}
{cover: traditionnel}
{language: english}
{columns: 2}
{define: Am frets X 0 2 2 1 0}
{define: G frets 3 2 0 0 0 3}
{define: E frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
{define: C frets X 3 2 0 1 0}

{partition: greensleeves.ly}


A[Am]las, my love, ye [G]do me wrong
To [Am]cast me oft dis[E]curteously
And [Am]I have loved [G]you so long
De[Am]lighting [E]in your [Am]companie

{start_of_chorus}
  [C]Greensleeves was [G]all my joy
  [Am]Greensleeves was [E]my delight
  [C]Greensleeves was my [G]heart of gold
  And [Am]who but [E]Ladie [Am]Greensleeves
{end_of_chorus}


I [Am]have been readie [G]at your hand
To [Am]grant what ever [E]you would crave
I [Am]have both waged [G]life and land
Your [Am]love and [E]good will [Am]for to have


I [Am]bought thee kerchers [G]to thy head
That [Am]were wrought fine and [E]gallantly
I [Am]kept thee both at [G]boord and bed
Which [Am]cost my [E]purse well [Am]favouredly


I [Am]bought thee peticotes [G]of the best
The [Am]cloth so fine as [E]fine might be
I [Am]gave thee jewels [G]for thy chest
And [Am]all this [E]cost I [Am]spent on thee


Thy [Am]smock of silke, both [G]faire and white
With [Am]gold embrodered [E]gorgeously
Thy [Am]peticote of [G]sendall right
And [Am]this I [E]bought thee [Am]gladly


Thy [Am]girdle of gold [G]so red
With [Am]pearles bed[E]ecked sumtuously
The [Am]like no other [G]lasses had
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldest not [Am]love me


Thy [Am]purse, and eke thy gay [G]guilt knives
Thy [Am]pincase, gallant [E]to the eie
No [Am]better wore the [G]burgesse wives
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


Thy [Am]crimson stockings, [G]all of silk
With [Am]golde all [E]wrought above the knee
Thy [Am]pumps, as white as [G]was the milk
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


Thy [Am]gown was of the [G]grassie green
Thy [Am]sleeves of satten [E]hanging by
Which [Am]made thee be our [G]harvest queen
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


Thy [Am]garters fringed [G]with the golde
And [Am]silver aglets [E]hanging by
Which [Am]made thee blithe for [G]to beholde
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


My gayest gelding I thee gave
To ride where ever liked thee
No ladie ever was so brave
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me
And yet thou wouldst not love me


My [Am]men were clothed [G]all in green
And [Am]they did ever [E]wait on thee
All [Am]this was gallant [G]to be seen
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


They [Am]set thee up, they [G]took thee downe
They [Am]served thee with hu[E]militie
Thy [Am]foote might not once [G]touch the ground
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


For [Am]everie morning, [G]when thou rose
I [Am]sent thee dainties, [E]orderly
To [Am]cheare thy stomack from [G]all woes
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


Thou [Am]couldst desire no [G]earthly thing
But [Am]stil thou hadst it [E]readily
Thy [Am]musicke still to [G]play and sing
And [Am]yet thou [E]wouldst not [Am]love me


And [Am]who did pay for [G]all this geare
That [Am]thou didst spend when [E]pleased thee?
Even [Am]I that am re[G]jected here
And [Am]thou dis[E]dainst to [Am]love me


Wei, [Am]I wil pray to [G]God on hie
That [Am]thou my constancie [E]maist see
And [Am]that yet once be[G]fore I die
Thou [Am]will vouch[E]safe to [Am]love me

{start_of_chorus}
  [C]Greensleeves, now [G]farewel, adue!
  [Am]God I pray to [E]prosper thee
  [C]For I am stil thy [G]lover true
  Come [Am]once a[E]gaine, and [Am]love me!
{end_of_chorus}