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DGR made at least two pencil studies around 1854 and 1855 for this composition, both using Ellen Smith as the model: one is a sketch for the head of the girl, the otheris a finished drawing of the entire compostion. When he returned to the subject in 1863 he made another studyfor the finished oil on panel, which DGR completed in May.
George Boyce thought the picture was intended for him and was extremely displeased to learn that DGR was sending it to the dealer Ernest Gambart. In fact DGR still had it on hand in December 1863, when he offered it to George Rae (see letter to Rae 28 December 1863,Correspondence, 63. 117). It eventually passed to Mrs. Plint after her husband's death.
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Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
Chorus
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
Chorus
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
Chorus
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.
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