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.