From Andyroberts

The Nutmeg Tree - Lyrics

When you told me you were the King of Spain's daughter Well I can tell you it came as a shock. I remembered those modest presents I bought yer, it must have been hard not to mock. For I am a humble landless peasant as poor as poor can be, Who dared to hope that the King of Spain's daughter might deign to marry me.

- But when I get my piece of land complete with goats and a cow There'll be fresh milk every day for your tea. With some left over to sell at the market or exchange for a nutmeg tree I'll care for that tree in pots and then tubs and I'll treat it with sunshine and rain And when it has grown tall and laden with fruit I shall be entitled to ask you again