  The Spanish ambassador came to see Queen Bess, the great and glorious; He was an hidalgo of high degree, And she was a maid victorious. Courtier bowing to the queen He bowed till he touched her gilded shoe, And he kissed the royal hand of her, And said if she’d marry King Philip the Two, He’d take charge of the troublesome land of her. Chorus.—Oh! she danced, she danced, she danced, And she pranced, she pranced, she pranced. Oh! high and disposedly, Tips-of-her-toesedly, The Queen replied with a courtesy low, “King Philip is courtly and kind, too! But my kingdom is smaller than his, you know, And rule it myself I’ve a mind to. Supreme is the honor, of him to be sought; Oblige him I’m sorry I can’t, oh! But lest you should think you’d come hither for nought, You shall see how I dance a coranto!” Cho.—Oh! she danced, she danced, she danced, etc. Queen in cener, a courtier and priest on right, two little pages on left The Spanish ambassador hied him home, And told how he had been tried of her; And His Majesty swore by the Pope of Rome, He’d break the insular pride of her. But vain was his hope! He never could ope, In the land of that marvellous lass, a door; For she danced in the face of the King and the Pope, As she danced for the Spanish ambassador. Cho.—Oh! she danced, she danced, she danced, etc. |
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