Her dress was made of crimsonJet black was her hairShe asked me for my nutmegAnd my golden pearI said, "So fair a princessNever did I seeI'll give you all the fruitFrom 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