Alas, my love, you do me wrong
to cast me of discourteously;
and I have loved you so long,
delightning in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
and who but you has Greensleeves?
If you intend thus to disdain,
it does the more enrapture me,
and even so, I still remain
a lover in captivity.
I have been ready at your hand
to grant whatever you would crave,
I have both waged life and land,
your love and good will for to have.
Alas, my love, that you should own
a heart of wanton vanity,
so must I meditate alone
upon your insincerety.
Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
to God I pray to prosper thee,
for I am still your lover true,
come once again and love me!