Whether she be young or old,
’Tis for her beauty she must be sold.
Turn back, turn back, ye Spanish knights,
And rub your spurs till they are 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.
Turn back, turn back, ye Spanish knights,
And brush your buckles till they are bright.
Our buckles 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.
—Yorkshire (Miss E. Cadman).
There was one lord that came from Spain,
He came to court my daughter Jane;
My daughter Jane, she is too young
To be controlled by a flattering tongue.
Will you? No.
Will you? Yes.