Here comes three dukes all out of Spain,
For to court your daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane, she is too young,
She cannot bear your flattering tongue.
Be she young, or be she old,
For her beauty she must be sold.
So fare thee well, my lady gay,
We’ll call again another day.
Turn back, turn back, you Spanish knight,
And take the fairest in your sight.
Well through the kitchen and through the hall,
I take the fairest of you all.
The fairest one that I can see
Is pretty ——, come to me.
—Gloucestershire (Northall’s Rhymes, p. 385).