" 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."