Classic Poem

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.

Then you shall keep your daughter Jane,
All in French garlands,
Come once, we come not here again,
And adieu to you, my darlings.

Come back, come back, you courteous knights,
All in French garlands,
Clean up your spurs, and make them bright,
And adieu to you, my darlings.

Sharp shine our spurs, all richly wrought,
All in French garlands,
In towns afar our spurs were bought,
And adieu to you, my darlings.

Smell my lilies, smell my roses,
All in French Garlands,
Which of my daughters 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.