Greensleeves - English Folk Song
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Greensleeves - English Folk Song
I put the lyrics of the traditional English folk song Greensleeves into the Tsubaki prompt window.
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- Oryginalny prompt
- Alas my love, ye do me wrong, to cast me off discurteously: And I haue loved you so long Delighting in your companie. Greensleeves was all my ioy, Greensleeves was my delight: Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Ladie Greensleeves. I have been readie at your hand, to grant what ever you would crave. I have both waged life and land, your love and good will for to have. I bought three kerchers to thy head, that were wrought fine and gallantly: I kept thee both boord and bed, Which cost my purse wel favouredly. I bought thee peticotes of the best, the cloth so fine as might be: I gaue thee iewels for thy chest, and all this cost I spent on thee. Thy smock of silk, both faire and white, with gold embrodered gorgeously: Thy peticote of Sendall right: and thus I bought thee gladly. Thy girdle of gold so red, with pearles bedecked sumptuously: The like no other lasses had, and yet thou wouldst not love me, Thy purse and eke thy gay guilt knives, thy pincase gallant to the eye: No better wore the Burgesse wives, and yet thou wouldst not love me. Thy crimson stockings all of silk, with golde all wrought aboue the knee, Thy pumps as white as was the milk, and yet thou wouldst not love me. Thy gown was of the grossie green, thy sleeves of Satten hanging by: Which made thee be our harvest Queen, and yet thou wouldst not love me. Thy garters fringed with the golde, And silver aglets hanging by, Which made thee blithe for to beholde, And yet thou wouldst not love me. My gayest gelding I thee gaue, To ride where ever liked thee, No Ladie ever was so brave, And yet thou wouldst not love me. My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee: Al this was gallant to be seen, and yet thou wouldst not love me. They set thee up, they took thee downe, they served thee with humilitie, Thy foote might not once touch the ground, and yet thou wouldst not love me. For every morning when thou rose, I sent thee dainties orderly: To cheare thy stomack from all woes, and yet thou wouldst not love me. Thou couldst desire no earthly thing. But stil thou hadst it readily: Thy musicke still to play and sing, And yet thou wouldst not love me. And who did pay for all this geare, that thou didst spend when pleased thee? Even I that am rejected here, and thou disdainst to love me. Wel, I wil pray to God on high, that thou my constancie maist see: And that yet once before I die, thou wilt vouchsafe to love me. Greensleeves now farewel adue, God I pray to prosper thee: For I am stil thy lover true, come once againe and love me. Greensleeves was all my ioy, Greensleeves was my delight: Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Ladie Greensleeves.
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- high quality, year_2025, year_2024, ﹝Podpowiedzi﹞
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- 768 x 1280
- Kroki próbkowania
- 25
- Metoda próbkowania
- Euler
- Skala CFG
- 4.5
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- bad quality, low quality, worst quality, lowres, nsfw, jpeg artifacts, scan artifacts, mosaic, cropped, error, fewer digits, bad reflection, bad composition, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad fingers, missing fingers, extra hands, extra legs, excess fingers, light particles, artist name, text, watermark, username, copyright name
