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Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you so long
Delighting in your company
Chorus:
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 you would crave
I have both waged life and land
Your love and good will 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
I bought thee petticoats of the best
The cloth so fine as fine might be
I gave thee jewels for thy chest
And all this cost I spent on thee
Thy smock of silk, both fair and white
With gold embroidered gorgeously
They petticoat of Sendall right
And this I bought thee gladly
Thy girdle of the gold so red
With pearls bedecked sumptuously
The like no other lasses had
And yet thou wouldst not love me
Thy purse and also thy gay gilt 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 gold all wrought above the knee
Thy pumps as white as was the milk
And yet thou wouldst no love me
Thy gown was of the glossy green
Thy sleeves of satin hanging by
Which made thee be our Harvest Queen
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
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