Alas, my love, ye do me wrong,
To cast me off discurteously.
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight:
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but lady greensleeves.

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever your would crave.
I have both waged life and land,
Your love and good will for to have.

Thy smoke of silk, both fair and white,
With gold embroidered gorgeously:
The petticoat of sendal right'
And thus I brought thee gladly.


With pearls bedecked sumptuously:
The like no other lasses had,
And yet thou wouldst not 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.