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There is a persistent belief that Greensleeves was composed by Henry VIII for his lover and future queen consort Anne Boleyn. Boleyn allegedly rejected King Henry’s attempts to seduce her, and this rejection may be referred to in the song when the writer’s love „cast me off discourteously“. However, the piece is based on an Italian style of composition that did not reach England until after Henry’s death, making it more likely Elizabethan in origin.
lyrics as follows:

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.
Alas, my love, that you should own
A heart of wanton vanity,
So must I meditate alone
Upon your insincerity.
(Chorus)
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)
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover 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)
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)
I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head,
That were wrought fine and gallantly;
I kept thee at both board and bed,
Which cost my purse well-favoredly.
(Chorus)
I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth so fine as it might be;
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,
And all this cost I spent on thee.
(Chorus)
Thy smock of silk, both fair and white,
With gold embroidered gorgeously;
Thy petticoat of sendal right,
And these I bought thee gladly.
(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)
They set thee up, they took thee down,
They served thee with humility;
Thy foot might not once touch the ground,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
(Chorus)
‚Tis, 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.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.

Die Nacht der wandelnden, abgeschlagenen Dummköpfe

Heinrich der 8. war ohne

Frage ein Despot,

aber zu seiner Zeit

ein sehr aufgeklärter.

Mit Thomas More

begründete er

die Grundlagen der

evidenzbasierten

Medizin an Universitäten.

Er verbannte Zauberei

und Magie aus seinem

Umkreis, verscheuchte Alchemie

aus den Kollegen

und verbot das Handwerk

der Kräuterweiber

und Engelmacherinnen,

und er erlies die ersten

Aufnahmregeln (Tests)

in Camebridge!

Das gefiel dem Volk,

besonders aber

dem Weibervolk nicht.

Durch das Durchgreifen

des Tudors und Morus

sind wahrscheinlich

weniger Menschen

der Scharlatanerie

und Zauberkünsten

zum Opfer gefallen,

als vorher.

Und dennoch müssen wir

heute

zuschauen,

wie Dummköpfe wieder

die Theorien alter

schwarzer Zünfte wälzen.

Manchmal brauchts

dunklere, ja geradezu

finstere Zeiten,

damit hohle Köpfe rollen.

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