I Care Not for These Ladies

I care not for these ladies, that must be Wooed and prayed: Give me kind Amaryllis, A wanton country maid. Nature art disdaineth, her beauty is her Own. Who when we court and kiss, She cries, "Forsooth, let go!" But when we come where comfort is, She never will say no. Who 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 gives me fruit and Flowers; But when we love these ladies, We must give gold in showers. Give them gold that sell love, Give me a nut-brown lass. Who when we court and kiss, she cries, "Forsooth, let go!" But when we come where comfort is, She never will say no. Who 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 bough of willows, of moss and Leaves and bought. And fresh Amaryllis with milk and honey Fed. Who when we court and kiss, She cries, "Forsooth, let go!" But when we come where comfort is, She never will say no. Who when we court and kiss, she cries, "Forsooth, let go!" But when we come where comfort is, She never will say no.