Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you oh 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 whatever you would crave; And I have waged life and land, Your love and good-will for to gain.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves?