Mother Goose Rhymes

Mother Goose rhymes

Three Brethren out of Spain

 

" 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 a flattering tongue."

 

" Be she young, or be she old,

It 's for her gold she must be sold ;

So fare you well, my lady gay,

We 'll call again another day."

 

" Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,

And rub thy spurs till they be bright."

" Of my spurs take you no thought,

For in this land they were not bought.

So fare you well, my lady gay,

We '11 call again another day."

 

" Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,

And take the fairest in your sight."

" The fairest maid that I can see

Is pretty Nancy; come to me."

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