I care not for these ladies
that must be wooed and prayed
Give me kind Aunt Beryllis,
the wanton country maid
Nature ought to disdain
her beauty is her own
How when we court and kiss,
she cries for sooth, 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 if we love these ladies,
we must give gold and showers.
Give them gold that spell love,
give me the night -brown glass.
When we court and kiss,
she cries for Soothe, 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 bar of willows,
of moss and leaves unbought,
And fresh amaryllis,
with beautiful honey fed.
When we come to kiss,
she cries for sooth, let go.
But when we come where comfort is,
she never will say no.