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Jeder Gitarrist kennt die Version der Lady Greensleeves, aus dem Lute Book von William Ballet (1580). Vierhundertneunundzwanzig lange Jahre mußte die Welt auf meine Version warten, jedoch es hat sich gelohnt.


Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you 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 thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

Alas my love, that you should own
A heart of wanton vanity,
So must I meditate alone
Upon your insincerity.

Ah, Greensleeves, now farwell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me!