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:
Chorus: 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
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.