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HOUGH 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! chill 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! chill 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! chill love no more.

Ah wanton eyes! my friendly foes
 * And cause of woes.
 * Your sweet desire

Breeds flames of ice, and freezing fire! Ye scorn to see me weep so sore: Hey ho! chill love no more.