Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in [bad word] 
Green sleeves was all my joy
Green sleeves was my delight,
Green sleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady green sleeves...
Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
lover in captivity.
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
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 will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
Ah, Green sleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover [bad word]  [bad word] once again and love me...