Greensleeves

Greensleeves

England, 1580


Alas! My love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you so long
Delighting in your company

Refrain
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves

If you intend thus to disdain
It does the more enrapture me
And even so I still remain
A lover in captivity

Alas! My love, that you should own
A heart of wanton vanity
So must I meditate alone
Upon your insincerity