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THREE KNIGHTS FROM SPAIN 259
Here comes your daughter, safe and sound, Every pocket with a thousand pound, Every finger with a gay gold ring, Please to take your daughter in.
—Halliwell's Nursery Rhymes, cccxxxiii.
IV. We are three brethren come from Spain, All in French garlands; We are come to court your daughter Jean, And adieu to you, my darlings.
My daughter Jean, she is too young,
All in French garlands ; She cannot bide your flattering tongue,
And adieu to you, my darlings.
Be she young, or be she old,
All in French garlands; It's for a bride she must be sold,
And adieu to you, my darlings.
A bride, a bride, she shall not be,
All in French garlands; Till she go through this world with me,
And adieu to you, my darlings.
[There is here a hiatus, the reply of the lovers being wanting.]
Come back, come back, you courteous knights,
All in French garlands; Clear up your spurs, and make them bright, And adieu to you, my darlings.
[Another hiatus.]
Smell my lilies, smell my roses,
All in French garlands; Which of my maidens do you choose ?
And adieu to you, my darlings.
Are all your daughters safe and sound ?
All in French garlands; Are all your daughters safe and sound ?
And adieu to you, my darlings. |
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