Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in [bad word] 

My smock of gold so crimson red,
With pearls bedecked sumptuously.
The like no other lasses had,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

- [bad word] - 
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Greensleeves?

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
But still thou hadst it readily;
Thy music still to play and sing,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Well, I pray to God on high,
That my constancy mayest see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

- Repeat [bad word] -
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Greensleeves?

Greensleeves, farewell! Adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee;
For I am still thy lover [bad word] [bad word] once again and love me. 

Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Greensleeves?