Alas my love you do me wrong. To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you so long. Delighting in your company.. Greensleeves was all my joy. Greensleeves was my delight.. Greensleeves was my heart of gold. And who but my Lady Greensleeves ?. Alas my love that you should own. A heart of wanton vanity. So I must laddie think alone. Upon your insincerity.