Alas, my love, ye do me wrong, Delighting in your company! I have been ready at your hand, Your love and good-will for to have. Greensleeves, &c. I bought thee kerchers to thy head, I bought thee petticoats of the best, I gave thee jewels for thy chest ; And all this cost I spent on thee. Greensleeves, &c. Thy smock of silk both fair and white, With gold embroider'd gorgeously; I Thy petticoat of sendall 1 right; And this I bought thee gladly. Greensleeves, &c. Thy girdle of gold so red, With pearls bedecked sumptuously, The like no other lasses had: And yet thou wouldest not love me? Greensleeves, &c. Thy purse, and eke thy gay gilt knives, Thy crimson stockings, all of silk, With gold all wrought above the knee; Thy pumps, as white as was the milk: And yet thou wouldest not love me! Greensleeves, &c. Thy gown was of the grassy green, Which made thee be our harvest queen : 'A thin silk. See Du Cange, voce cendalum. Thy garters fringed with the gold, I And silver aglets hanging by; Which made thee blithe for to behold: And yet thou wouldest not love me! Greensleeves, &c. 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 they did ever wait on thee: All this was gallant to be seen: And yet thou wouldest not love me! Greensleeves, &c. They set thee up, they took thee down, Thy foot might not once touch the ground: And yet thou wouldest not love me! Greensleeves, &c. For every morning, when thou rose, I sent thee dainties, orderly; 1 Aiglets; aiguillette, a lace with tags. To cheer thy stomach from all woes : 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, That thou my constancy mayst see, And that, yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me! Greensleeves, &c. Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu! For I am still thy lover true : Come once again and love me! Greensleeves, &c. A Warning for Wooers that they be not overhasty, nor deceived with Women's beauty. [From 12 stanzas. From the same.] * WHERE Cupid's fort hath made a way, Like all; love none; Except ye use discretion. First try, then trust; Be not deceiv'd with sinful lust. * Some love for wealth, and some for hue, And flowers fair will soon decay. In age all beauty is forgotten. Some lov'th too high, and some too low; And of them both great griefs do grow. |