Though Amaryllis dance in green

Though Amaryllis dance in green

Like Fairy Queen,

And sing full clear;

Corinna can, with smiling cheer.

Yet since their eyes make heart so sore,

Hey ho! chil love no more.

My sheep are lost for want of food

And I so wood

That all the day

I sit and watch a herd-maid gay;

Who laughs to see me sigh so sore,

Hey ho! chil love no more.

Her loving looks, her beauty bright,

Is such delight!

That all in vain

I love to like, and lose my gain

For her, that thanks me not therefore.

Hey ho! chil love no more.

Ah wanton eyes! my friendly foes

And cause of woes;

Your sweet desire

Breeds flames of ice, and freeze in fire!

Ye scorn to see me weep so sore!

Hey ho! chil love no more.

Love ye who list, I force him not:

Since God is wot,

The more I wail,

The less my sighs and tears prevail.

What shall I do? but say therefore,

Hey ho! chil love no more.