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THREE KNIGHTS FROM SPAIN |
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Now I've got my pretty fair maid, Now I've got my pretty fair maid, To dance along with me, To dance along with me !
—Eccleshall, Halliwell's Nursery R/iymes, p. 222.
II. Here comes three lords dressed all in green, For the sake of your daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane, she is so young,
She learns to talk with a flattering tongue.
Let her be young, or let her be old, For her beauty she must be sold.
My mead's not made, my cake's not baked, And you cannot have my daughter Jane.
—Cambridgeshire, Halliwell's Nursery Rhymes, p. 222.
III. We are three brethren out of Spain, Come to court your daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane, she is too young, And has not learned her mother tongue.
Be she young, or be she old, For her beauty she must be sold. So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day.
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And rub thy spurs till they be bright.
Of my spurs take you no thought, For in this town they were not bought. So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day.
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And take the fairest in your sight. The fairest maid that I can see, Is pretty Nancy—come to me. |
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