Greensleeves

Verse 1

Alas my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously, And I have loved you so long, Delighting in your company.

Chorus 1

Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head, That were wrought fine and gallantly; I kept thee both at board and bed, Which cost my purse well favorably.

Verse 4

I bought thee petticoats of the best, The cloth so fine as fine might be; I gave thee jewels for thy chest, And all this cost I spent on thee.

Verse 5

Thy smock of silk, both fair and white, With gold embroidered gorgeously, Thy petticoat of Sendall right, And this I bought thee gladly.

Verse 6

Thy girdle of the gold so red, With pearls bedecked sumptuously, The like no other lasses had, And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Verse 7

Thy purse and also thy gay gilt knives, Thy pincase gallant to the eye; No better wore the Burgesse wives, And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Verse 8

Thy crimson stockings all of silk, With gold all wrought above the knee, Thy pumps as white as was the milk, And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Verse 9

Thy gown was of the glossy green, Thy sleeves of satin hanging by, Which made thee be our Harvest Queen, And yet thou wouldst not love me.