The nobleman replies:
"Be she young or be she old,
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,
Neither for silver nor for gold.
So fare you well, my ladies gay,
I'll call again another day."
All then advance, saying:
"Turn back, turn back, you noble lord,
And choose the fairest in your sight."
The nobleman, fixing upon—supposing we say Kitty—then says:
"The fairest one that I can see
Is pretty Kitty: come to me."