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 dream thee.
   Fa la la la!

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 every simple lover
All thy falsehood can discover.
Then weep, Love! and be sorry,
For thou hast lost thy glory.
   Fa la la la!