Alas my love you do me wrong, to cast me out discourteously.
When I have loved you so long, delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold.
Greensleeves was my lady love, and who but my lady Greensleeves.
I have been ready at your hand, to grant whatever you would crave.
I have both wagered life and land, your love and goodwill for to have.
I bought thee kerchiefs to thy head, that were wrought fine and gallantly.
I kept thee both at board and bed, which cost my purse well favoredly.
Thy smock of gold so crimson red, with pearls bedecked sumptously.
The like no other lasses had, and yet thou wouldest not love me.
Thy gown was of the grassy green, thy sleeves of satin hanging by.
Which made thee be our harvest queen, and yet thou wouldest not love me.
Thou couldst disire no eartly thing, but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing, and yet thou wouldest not love me.
Well, 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.
Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu! God I pray to prosper thee.
For I am still thy lover true, come once again and love me.