The Wines Of Madeira

I've tasted the wines of France
And I've tasted the wines of Spain
And though many a wine is the same
There are none like the wines of Madeira

I've courted the girls of France
And I've courted the girls of Spain
And though most pretty girls are the same
There are none like the girls of Madeira.

Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards
In the provinces of France
Are the gayest girls for courting
And they love to sing and dance

And they're happy in their vineyards
And they smile upon romance
And indeed, I would defend for you
The provinces of France

But there's not a vineyard anywhere
That can compare with what I know
Why? I'll tell you why or better yet
Come and we'll go

Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards
In the provinces of Spain
They are spirited and fiery
Whether beautiful or plain

They are splendid in their vineyards
In their languorous refrain
And indeed, I would defend for you
The provinces of Spain

But there's not a vineyard anywhere
That can compare with what I know
Why? I'll tell you why or better yet
Come and we'll go

You boast of the wines in France
And you boast of the wines in Spain
But your boast makes it very plain
That you not had the wines of Madeira

You boast of the girls in France
And you boast of the girls in Spain
But your boast makes it very plain
That you've not seen the girls of Madeira