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The King o' Spain's Daughter 
The King o' Spain's Daughter 
False-hearted Johnny came to court A king's daughter in Spain; He courted her up and he courted her down Till at length her favour did gain. 
"Steal some of your mamma's gold Some of your daddy's fees, Two of the best steeds in your father's stable Where there stand thirty and three." 
She stole some of her mammy's gold Some of her daddy's fees, Two of the best steeds in her father's stable Where there stand thirty and three. 
Pretty Gold Ann got on the one And Johnny got on the other, And they rode up to North Hambleton water Where there he lighted down. 
"Light ye down, my pretty Gold Ann No further you'll go with me, For seven king's daughters I have drowned here And the eighth one you shall be." 
"Turn ye round, false-hearted John And view the green leaves on the tree; It never became a laird or a knight A naked woman to see." 
Just as he turned himself around To view the green leaves on the tree, She threw her arms around him And tumbled him into the sea. 
"Lie you there, false-hearted John You may as well lie there as me, You thought you would drown me just as I was born But my ghost it will go with thee." 
"Take my hand, my pretty Gold Ann 
Take my hand," said he, "In all the vows that ever I made thee I'll double them all in a ban'." 
So pretty Gold Ann got on again Took Johnny's in her hand, And she rode up to her father's castle Where there they lighted down. 
Out spoke the pretty parrot In the cage just where it lay, "I told you, I told you, my pretty Gold Ann You would rue your going away." 
"Hold your tongue, my pretty parrot And tell no tidings on me, Your cage shall be made of the beaten gold ]Instead of a briar tree." 
Out bespoke the king himself In the chamber just where he lay, "What ailed you, what ailed you, my pretty parrot? You have prattled so long before day." 
"Two wild cats came to my cage door I thought they had worried me, And I was calling my pretty Gold Ann To frighten those cats away." 
"This maid being young and she slept sound She wouldn't be wakened by me, But me and my little prattling tongue Has frightened those cats away." 
From Songs of the People, Henry Collected from Willie Hegarty Child #4