Here comes your daughter, safe and sound, Every pocket with a thousand pound, Every finger with a gay gold ring, Please to take your daughter in.
--Halliwell's _Nursery Rhymes_, cccxxxiii.
IV. We are three brethren come from Spain, All in French garlands; We are come to court your daughter Jean, And adieu to you, my darlings.
My daughter Jean, she is too young, All in French garlands; She cannot bide your flattering tongue, And adieu to you, my darlings.
Be she young, or be she old, All in French garlands; It's for a bride she must be sold, And adieu to you, my darlings.
A bride, a bride, she shall not be, All in French garlands; Till she go through this world with me, And adieu to you, my darlings.
[There is here a hiatus, the reply of the lovers being wanting.]
Come back, come back, you courteous knights, All in French garlands; Clear up your spurs, and make them bright, And adieu to you, my darlings.
Smell my lilies, smell my roses, All in French garlands; Which of my maidens do you choose? And adieu to you, my darlings.
Are all your daughters safe and sound? All in French garlands; Are all your daughters safe and sound? And adieu to you, my darlings.
In every pocket a thousand pounds, All in French garlands; On every finger a gay gold ring, And adieu to you, my darlings.
V. Here come three Spaniards out of Spain, A courting to your daughter Jane.
Our daughter Jane, she is too young, She hath not learnt the Spanish tongue.
Whether she be young, or whether she be old, It's for her beauty she must be sold.
Turn back, turn back, ye Spanish knight, And rub your spurs till they be bright.
Our spurs are bright and richly wrought, For in this town they were not bought; And in this town they shan't be sold, Neither for silver nor for gold.
Pass through the kitchen, and through the hall, And pick the fairest of them all.
This is the fairest I can see, So pray, young lady, walk with me.
VI. Here come three Spaniards out of Spain, A courting of your daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane, she is too young, She has not learned the Spanish tongue.
Whether she be young or old, She must have a gift of gold; So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll turn our heads another way.
Come back, come back, thou Spanish knight, And pick the fairest in this night.