Alas, my love you've done me wrong To cast me out discourteously; And I have loveth you so long Delighting in your company. Your gown was of the grassy green Your sleeves of satin were hanging by Which made you be our harvest Queen? And yet you would not love me Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves my heart of gold Greensleeves was my heart of joy And who, but my Lady Greensleeves. Alas, my love you've done me wrong To cast me out discourteously; And I have loveth you so long Delighting in your company.