"Here come three lords out of Spain,
A-courting of your daughter Jane."
"My daughter Jane is yet too young,
To be ruled by your flattering tongue."
"Be she young, or be she old,
'Tis for the price she may be sold.
"So fare you well, my lady gay,
We must turn another way."
"Turn back, turn back, you Spanish knight,
And scour your boots and spurs so bright."
"My boots and spurs they cost you nought,
For in this land they were not bought.
"Nor in this land will they be sold,
Either for silver or for gold.
"So fare you well, my lady gay,
We must turn another way."
"Turn back, turn back, you Spanish knight,
And choose the fairest in your sight."
"I'll not take one nor two nor three,
But pray, Miss [Lucy], walk with me."