Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?

Oh, tell me whence Love cometh! Love comes uncall'd, unsent. Oh, tell me where Love goeth! That was not Love that went.

I seek for one as fair and gay, But find none to remind me, How blest the hours pass'd away With the girl I left behind me.

It's love, it's love that makes the world go round.

From the lone shielding on the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas-- But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.