Three Brethren out of Spain
“We are three brethren out of Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane.”
“My daughter Jane she is too young;
She has no skill in a flattering tongue.”
“Be she young, or be she old,
It’s for her gold 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 land 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.”