Greensleeves was all my joy,
⁠Greensleeves was my delight:
Greensleeves was my hart of gold,
⁠And who but Ladie Greensleeves.

ALas my love, ye do me wrong,
⁠to cast me off discurteously:
And I have loved you so long,
⁠Delighting in your companie.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy,
⁠Greensleeves was my delight:
⁠Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
⁠And who but Ladie Greensleeves.

I have been readie at your hand,
⁠to grant what ever you would crave.
I have both waged life and land,
⁠your love and good will for to have.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

I bought thee kerchers to thy head,
⁠that were wrought fine and gallantly:
I kept thee both at boord and bed,
⁠Which cost my purse wel favouredly,
⁠Greensleeves was al my joie, &c.

I bought thee peticotes 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.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.

Thy smock of silk, both faire and white,
⁠with gold embrodered gorgeously:
Thy peticote of Sendall right:
⁠and thus I bought thee gladly.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.

Thy girdle of gold so red,
⁠with pearles bedecked sumptuously:
The like no other lasses had,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me,
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

Thy purse and eke thy gay guilt knives,
⁠thy pincase gallant to the eie:
No better wore the Burgesse wives,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

Thy crimson stockings all of silk,
⁠with golde all wrought above the knee,
Thy pumps as white as was the milk,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

Thy gown was of the grossie green,
⁠thy sleeves of Satten hanging by:
Which made thee be our harvest Queen,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

Thy garters fringed with the golde,
⁠And silver aglets hanging by,
Which made thee blithe for to beholde,
⁠And yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

My gayest gelding I thee gave,
⁠To ride where ever liked thee,
No Ladie ever was so brave,
⁠And yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

My men were clothed all in green,
⁠And they did ever wait on thee
Al this was gallant to be seen,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

They set thee up, they took thee downe,
⁠they served thee with humilitie,
Thy foote might not once touch the ground,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

For everie morning when thou rose,
⁠I sent thee dainties orderly:
To cheare thy stomack from all woes,
⁠and yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing.
⁠But stil thou hadst it readily:
Thy musicke still to play and sing,
⁠And yet thou wouldst not love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

And who did pay for all this geare,
⁠that thou didst spend when pleased thee?
Euen I that am rejected here,
⁠and thou disdainst to love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

⁠Wel, I wil pray to God on hie,
⁠that thou my constancie maist see:
And that yet once before I die,
⁠thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.

Greensleeves now farewel adue
⁠God I pray to prosper thee:
For I am stil thy lover true,
⁠come once againe and love me.
⁠Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.