| Greensleeves
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| William Chatterdon Dixs
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| Version 1 & 2
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| What child is this, who, lay to rest,
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| on Mary’s lap, is sleeping
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| Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
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| while Shepards watch are keeping
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| Chorus
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| whom Shepards guard and angels sing
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| Haste, Haste, to bring him laud,
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| The babe, the son of Mary
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| Why lies he in such mean estate
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| where ox and ass are feeding?
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| Good Christian, fear; |
| for sinners
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| here the silent Word is pleading
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| Chorus
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| So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh come,
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| peasant, King, to own him;
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| The King of kings salvation brings,
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| let loving hearts enthrone Him
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| Chorus
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| Version 2
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| Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
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| To cast me off discourteously
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| For I have loved you well and long,
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| Delighting in your company
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| Greensleeves was all my joy
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| Greensleeves was my delight,
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| Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
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| And who but my lady greensleeves
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| Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
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| Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
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| Now I remain in a world apart
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| But my heart remains in captivity
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| I have been ready at your hand,
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| To grant whatever you would crave,
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| I have both wagered life and land,
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| Your love and good-will for to have
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| If you intend thus to disdain,
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| It does the more enrapture me,
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| And even so, I still remain
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| A lover in captivity
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| My men were clothed all in green,
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| And they did ever wait on thee;
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| All this was gallant to be seen,
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| And yet thou wouldst not love me
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| Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
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| but still thou hadst it readily
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| Thy music still to play and sing;
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| And yet thou wouldst not love me
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| Well, I will pray to God on high,
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| that thou my constancy mayst see,
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| And that yet once before I die,
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| Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me
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| Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
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| To God I pray to prosper thee,
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| For I am still thy lover true,
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| Come once again and love me |