For her beauty she must be sold;
So fare you well, my ladies gay,
I'll call again another day."
The company then advance singing:—
"Turn back, turn back, you noble lord,
And brush your boots and spurs so bright."
Whereupon the Spanish Nobleman replies, with something of rebuke in his tone:—
"My boots and spurs gave you no thought,
For in this land they were not bought,