Alas, my love, ye do me wrong
To cast me oft discurteously,
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your companie.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Ladie Greensleeves.
I have been readie at your hand5
To grant what ever you would crave;
I have both waged life and land,
Your love and good will for to have.
Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.
I bought thee kerchers to thy head
That were wrought fine and gallantly;10
I kept thee both at boord and bed,
Which cost my purse well favouredly.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
I bought thee peticotes of the best,
The cloth so fine as fine might be;
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,15
And all this cost I spent on thee.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
Thy smock of silke, both faire and white,
With gold embrodered gorgeously,
Thy peticote of sendall right,
[And this] I bought thee gladly.20
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
Thy girdle of gold so red,
With pearles bedecked sumtuously,
—
The like no other lasses had,—
And yet thou wouldest not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
Thy purse, and eke thy gay guilt knives,25
Thy pincase, gallant to the eie,—
No better wore the burgesse wives,—
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.
Thy crimson stockings, all of silk,
With golde all wrought above the knee;30
Thy pumps, as white as was the milk,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.