Народная английская ирландская музыка XVI века - greensleeves

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you oh 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

If you intend to be this way
It does the more enrapture me
And even so, I still remain
a lover in captivity

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves

Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
God I pray he will prosper thee
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves