I care not for these ladies
That must be wooed and prayed,
Give me kind Amaryllis,
The wanton country maid
Nature art disdaineth,
Her beauty is her own;
Her when we court and kiss,
She cries forsooth let go,
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.

I love Amaryllis
She give me fruit and flowers,
But if we love these ladies
We must give golden showers.
Give them gold that sell love;
Give me the nut-brown lass
Who when we court and kiss
She cries forsooth let go,
But when we come where comfort is,
She will never say no.

These ladies must have pillows
and beds by strangers wrought;
Give me a bower of willows,
Of moss and leaves unbought,
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 will never say no.

~1590