Are all your daughters safe and sound?
All in French garlands;
Are all your daughters safe and sound?
And adieu to you, my darlings.
In every pocket a thousand pounds,
All in French garlands;
On every finger a gay gold ring,
And adieu to you, my darlings.
—Chambers’s Popular Rhymes, 143.
Here come three Spaniards out of Spain,
A courting to your daughter Jane.
Our daughter Jane, she is too young,
She hath not learnt the Spanish tongue.
Whether she be young, or whether she be old,
It’s for her beauty she must be sold.
Turn back, turn back, ye Spanish knight,
And rub your spurs till they be bright.
Our spurs are bright and richly wrought,
For in this town they were not bought;
And in this town they shan’t be sold,
Neither for silver nor for gold.
Pass through the kitchen, and through the hall,
And pick the fairest of them all.