WE are three brethren out of Spain, Come to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane she is too young, She has no skill in the flattering tongue. Be she young, or be she old, It's for her gold she must be sold; So fare thee well, my lady gay, I must turn another way. Turn back, turn back, thou Spanish knight, And rub your spurs till they be bright. My spurs are bright and richly wrought, And in this town they were not bought; Nor in this town will they be sold, Neither for silver nor for gold. So fare thee well, my lady gay, For I must turn another way. Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And take the fairest in thy sight. The fairest maid that I can see Is pretty Nancy--come to me. Here comes my daughter safe and sound, Every pocket with a thousand pound; Every finger with a gay gold ring; Please to take my daughter in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |