Thy gown was of the grassie green,
Thy sleeves of satten hanging by,
Which made thee be our harvest queen,35
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
Thy garters fringed with the golde,
And silver aglets hanging by,
Which made thee blithe for to beholde,—
And yet thou wouldst not love me.40
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
My gayest gelding I thee gave,
To ride where ever liked thee,
No ladie ever was so brave,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
My men were clothed all in green,45
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
They set thee up, they took thee downe,
They served thee with humilitie;50
Thy foote might not once touch the ground,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
For everie morning, when thou rose,
I sent thee dainties, orderly,
To cheare thy stomack from all woes,55
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing
But stil thou hadst it readily;
Thy musicke still to play and sing,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.60
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.
And who did pay for all this geare,
That thou didst spend when pleased thee?
Even I that am rejected here,
And thou disdainst to love me.
Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.