Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and 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.

Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
          Greensleeves was all . . .

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.
          Greensleeves was all . . .

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
          Greensleeves was all . . .

My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
          Greensleeves was all . . .

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
          Greensleeves was all . . .

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.
          Greensleeves was all . . .

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