Оригинален текст
Traditional song
Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me out discourteously;
When I have loved you so so long
Delighting in your company.
Your gown was of the grassy green
Your sleeves of satin were hanging by
Which made you be a harvest queen
Yet you would not love me
Green sleeves was my all my joy
Green sleeves was my delight,
Green sleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady green sleeves.
Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me out discourteously;
When I have loved you so so long
Delighting in your company.