| lyric | 1. Alas, my love, you do me wrong
to cast me off discourteously;
and I have loved you so long:
delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight.
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
and who but not lady Greensleeves.
2. If you intend thus to disdain,
it does the more enrapture me,
and even so I still remein
a lover in captivity.
3. Alas! My love, that you should own
a heart of wanton vanity,
so must I meditate alone
upon your insincerity.
4. Greensleeves, now farewell adieu!
Got I pray to prosper tee!
For I am still thy lover true:
Come once again and love me! |