Verse 1
AmAlas my Clove,
you Gdo mEme wrong,
to Amcast me off so diEscourteously,
foAmr I have CloveGd you sEmo long,
AmdelightinE7g in youAmr company.
Chorus
CGreensleeveGs was all Emmy joy,
AmGreensleeves wEmas my delight,
CGreensleeves was Gmy heart Eof gold,
and Amwho but mE7y ladAmy Greensleeves.
Verse 2
Thy Amgown waCs of thGe grasEmsy green,
They Amsleeves oCf satGin hangiEng by,
WhicAmh made theCe be oGur harvEmest queen,
And Amyet thoE7u wouldst nAmot love me.
Verse 3
WellAm, I wilCl pray tGo God Emon high,
ThaAmt thou conCstancGy mayEst see,
And Amthat yeCt oncGe beforEme I die,
ThoAmu will voucE7hsafe tAmo love me.