Though Amaryllis dance in green

Though Amarillis daunce in green,

like Fayrie Queene,

and sing full cleere,

Corina can with smiling cheer:

yet since their eyes make hart so sore,

hey ho, chill love no more.

My sheepe are lost for want of food,

and I so wood:

that all the day,

I sit and watch a heardmaid gaye:

who laughes to see mee sigh so sore,

hey ho, chill love no more.

Her loving lookes, her beautie bright,

is such delight:

that all in vaine,

I love to like, and lose my gaine:

for her that thanks mee not therefore,

hey ho, chill love no more.

Ah wanton eyes my friendly foes,

and cause of woes:

your sweet desire,

breedes flames of ice and freese in fire:

yee skorne to see mee weep so sore,

hey ho, chill love no more.

Love yee who list I force him not,

sith God it wot,

the more I wayle,

the lesse my sighes and teares prevaile,

what shall I doe but say therefore,

hey ho, chill love no more.