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.