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 my lady greensleeves.

Thy smock of silk, both faire and white,
With gold embrodered gorgeously:
Thy peticote of Sendall white:
and these I bought thee gladly.

Chorus

I bought the kerchers to thy head
And wrought so fine and gallantly
I kept thee both at board and bed
Which cost my purse well favouredly.

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

Chorus

Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.