If I really had piles of gold And rivers filled with the best wines I would have given all my lovely For your caresses and looks tonight But Mary I've asked already Many times for your hand from your Pa Your father refuses so many Kind feelings I gave at those times And they ran to a foreign country But in a year he betrayed and left Left his holy oath far behind him Fell in love with another dear love For your caressess and loving flames I shall give you the finest of horses The bridle, golden whip and the saddle Embroidered and adorned with pearls