I. THREE DUKES A-RIDING
ALL. Here come three dukes a-riding,
A-riding, a-riding, a-riding,
Here come three Dukes a-riding,
To court your daughter Jane.
MOTHER. 'My daughter Jane is all too young,
To list t' your foolish flattering tongue.'
THE DUKES. 'O, be she young or be she old,
She for her beauty shall be sold.
So fare thee well, my lady gay,
We'll take our horses and ride away,
And call again some other day.'
MOTHER. 'Come back, come back! you Spanish knight,
And clean your spurs, they are not bright.'
THE DUKES. 'My spurs are bright and richly wrought,
And in this city they were bought,
And in this city I sha'n't be told
They are not bright; they sha'n't be sold,
Neither for silver, copper, nor gold.'
