Green Groweth the Holly

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Green groweth the holly,So doth the ivy.Though winter blasts blow never so high,Green groweth the holly.

As the holly groweth greenAnd never changeth hue,So I am, ever hath been,Unto my lady true.

As the holly groweth greenWith ivy all aloneWhen flowers cannot be seenAnd greenwood leaves be gone,

Now unto my ladyPromise to her I make,From all other onlyTo her I me betake.

Adieu, mine own lady,Adieu, my specialWho hath my heart trulyBe sure, and ever shall.

© Henry VIII, King of England