A CHESHIRE man sailed unto Spain In quest of merchandise. When he arrived from the main A Spaniard him espies, Who said: 'You English rogue, look here, What fruits and spices fine Our land produces twice a year, Thou hast not such in thine!' The Cheshire man ran to his hold, And fetched a Cheshire cheese; And said: 'Look here, you dog, behold, We have such fruits as these. Your fruits mature but twice a year, As you yourself did say; But such as I you offer here, Our land gives twice a day.' The Spaniard in a fury flew, His rapier took in hand; The Cheshire man kicked up his heels With 'Sir, at your command!' So never let a Spaniard boast While Cheshire men abound, Lest they should teach him to his cost To dance a Cheshire round. |