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! 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 [bad word] 
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 causes 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.

Love ye who list, I force him not:
        Sith God it wot,
        The more I wail,
The less my sighs and tears prevail:
What shall I do, but say therefore,
Hey ho! chill love no more.