Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For 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 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 good-will for to have.
I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth so fine as might be
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,
And all this cost I spent on thee.
Thy crimson stockings, all of silk,
With gold all wrought above the knee
Thy pumps, as white as was the milk:
And yet though wouldst 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.