Be she young, or be she old,
She for beauty must and shall be sold.
So fare thee well, my lady gay,
We’ll take our horse and ride away,
And call again another day.
Come back, come back! you Spanish knight,
And clean your spurs, they are not bright.
My spurs are bright as “rickety rock” [and richly wrought],
And in this town they were not bought,
And in this town they shan’t be sold,
Neither for silver, copper, nor gold.
So fare thee well, &c.
Come back! come back! you Spanish Jack [or coxcomb].
Spanish Jack [or coxcomb] is not my name,
I’ll stamp my foot [stamps] and say the same.
So fare thee well, &c.
Come back! come back! you Spanish knight,
And choose the fairest in your sight.
This is the fairest I can see,
So pray, young damsel, walk with me.
We’ve brought your daughter, safe and sound,
And in her pocket a thousand pound,
And on her finger a gay gold ring,
We hope you won’t refuse to take her in.
I’ll take her in with all my heart,
For she and “me” were loth to part.
—Cornwall (Folk-lore Journal, v. 46, 47).