Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company.
My smock of gold so crimson red,
With pearls bedecked sumptuously.
The like no other lasses had,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Greensleeves?
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.
Well, I pray to God on high,
That my constancy mayest see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Greensleeves? Aahh…
Greensleeves, now farewell! Adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee;
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me. Aahh...
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Greensleeves?
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