My Lady Greensleeves

Oh who is fair as she is fair

And who can such a grace posess!

The rose itself could not compare

Nor rob her of her comeliness.

Come love be all my joy,

Thou alone are my delight.

Come love be my heart of gold

And who but my lady Greensleeves.

Oh who is sweet as she is sweet

Above all things that mortals prize:

I'd lay a kingdom at her feet

Nor seek a richer merchandise

Come love…

Oh who is rare as she is rare

And who is such a charming maid.

The lute shall tell her my despair

And fill with song the myrtle shade.

Come love…

Oh who is kind as she is kind.

Whose gentle heart could ne'er betray!

If Argus prove himself but blind.

Yet she would have my constancy.

Come love…