| I’ve tasted the wines of France and I’ve tasted the wines of Spain and though
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| many a wine is the same
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| There are none like the wines of Madeira
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| I’ve courted the girls of France and I’ve courted the girls of Spain and though
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| most pretty girls are the same
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| There are none like the girls of Madeira
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| Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of France are the gayest
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| girls for courting and they love to sing and dance
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| And they’re happy in their vineyards and they smile upon romance and indeed,
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| I would defend for you, the provinces of France
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| But there’s not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. |
| Why?
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| I’ll tell you why or better yet, come and we’ll go
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| Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of Spain, they are
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| spirited and fiery whether beautiful or plain
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| They are splendid in their vineyards in their languorous refrain and indeed,
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| I would defend for you the provinces of Spain
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| But there’s not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. |
| Why?
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| I’ll tell you why or better yet, come and we’ll go
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| You boast of the wines in France and you boast of the wines in Spain but your
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| boast makes it very plain
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| That you not had the wines of Madeira
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| You boast of the girls in France and you boast of the girls in Spain but your
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| boast makes it very plain
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| That you’ve not seen the girls of Madeira |