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.