Henry VIII Tudor

(1491 - 1547 / London / England)

Green Groweth The Holly - Poem by Henry VIII Tudor

Green groweth the holly,
So doth the ivy.
Though winter blasts blow never so high,
Green groweth the holly.
As the holly groweth green
And never changeth hue,
So I am, ever hath been,
Unto my lady true.
As the holly groweth green
With ivy all alone
When flowers cannot be seen
And greenwood leaves be gone,

Now unto my lady
Promise to her I make,
From all other only
To her I me betake.

Adieu, mine own lady,
Adieu, my special
Who hath my heart truly
Be sure, and ever shall.


Comments about Green Groweth The Holly by Henry VIII Tudor

  • Rookie - 3 Points Emily Oldham (6/21/2009 5:24:00 AM)

    So I am, ever hath been,
    Unto my lady true.
    I doubt Henry VIII kept these lines in mind for long! Lovely poem though (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,634 Points Is It Poetry (4/14/2009 12:14:00 PM)

    King Henry,
    Was a true Gutmaster
    renowned swords
    sharpened to
    perfection.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sue Lozynskyj (7/25/2007 3:30:00 AM)

    Wonder which of his many ladies he promised this to! Should you ever believe a poet? or a politician? or a king? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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