The little nut-tree

I had a little nut-tree,

Nothing would it bear

But a silver nutmeg

And a golden pear;

The King of Spain's daughter

Came to visit me,

And all for the sake

Of my little nut-tree.

Her dress was made of crimson,

Jet black was her hair,

She asked me for my nutmeg

And my golden pear.

I said, "So fair a princess

Never did I see,

I'll give you all the fruit

From my little nut tree."

[I danced o'er the water,

I danced o'er the sea,

And all the birds in the air

Couldn't catch me.]