GREENSLEEVES                   Henry VIII, 1500's?

 Am                G     Em       Am             E
Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously,
    Am            G      Em      Am       E       Am
For I have lov-ed you so long, delighting in your company.


CH:
   C                G      Em   Am                  E
   Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight,
   C                G        Em        Am         E    Am
   Greensleeves was heart of gold, and who but my Lady Greensleeves?


I have been ready at your hand to grant whatever you would crave.
I have both wag-ed life and land your love and goodwill for to have.


I bought thee petticoats of the best, the cloth as fine as might be.
I gave thee jewels for thy chest, and all this cost I spent on thee.

Thy smock of Silk, both fair and white, with Gold embroidered gorgeously,
Thy petticoat of Sendal right, and these I bought thee gladly.

Ah, well I pray to God on high that thou my constancy may see,
And that, yet once before I die, thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true. Come once again and love me.


Materialisitc, no? :)
Here's another version:

   Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously.
   For I have loved you well and 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?

   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 a 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, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu. To God I pray to prosper thee,
   For I am still thy lover true. Come once again and love me.