Thomas Campion - I care not for these ladies - текст песни (слова)

I care not for these ladies
 That must be wooed and prayed:
 Give me kind Amarillis,
 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.
 
 If I love Amarillis,
 She gives 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 never will 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 Amarillis,
 with milk and honey fed,
 Who when we court and kiss,
 She cries, forsooth, let go,
 But when we come where comfort is,
 She never will say no.