I care not for these ladies
That must be woo'd and pray'd
Give me sweet Amaryllis
The wanton country maid,
Nature Art disdaineth,
Her beauty is her own,
And when we court and kiss
She cries 'Forsooth, let go!'
But when we come where comfort is
She never will say no. If I love Amaryllis
She brings me fruit and flowers
But if we love these ladies
We must bring golden showers
Give them gold that sell love
Give me the nut-brown lass
And when we court and kiss
She cries 'Forsooth, let go!'
But when we come where comfort is
She never will say no. These ladies must have pillows
And beds by strangers wrought
Give me a bow'r of willows
Of moss and leaves unbought,
And fresh Amaryllis
On milk and honey fed,
And when we court and kiss
She cries 'Forsooth, let go!'
But when we come where comfort is
She never will say no.

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