1. Shoot false love, I care not, Spend thy shafts, and spare not. Fa la la. I fear not I thy might, And less I weigh thy spite, All naked I unarm me, If thou canst now shoot and harm me. So lightly I esteem thee, As now a child I deem thee. Fa la la. 2. Long thy bow did fear me, While thy pomp did blear me. Fa la la. But now I do perceive, Thy art is to deceive. And ev'ry simple lover All thy falsehood can discover. Then weep love, and be sorry For thou hast lost thy glory. Fa la la.