Alas my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously:
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 my Lady Greensleeves.

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant what ever you would crave.
I have both wag├Ęd life and land,
Your love and good will for to have.

Thy gown was of the grassy green,
Thy sleeves of satin hanging by:
Twas then we made thee harvest Queen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.