John Barbury

There was a lady fine and gay

She looked so neat and trim

She went into her own garden wall

To see her ships come in

And there she spies her daughter Jane

Who looked so pale and wan

Oh, have you had some long sickness

Or lain ye with a man?

No, I have had no long sickness

Nor lain here with a man

Her petticoats they were so short

She was a nine months gone

She was a nine months gone

Oh is it by some nobleman?

Or by a man of fame?

Or is it by John Barbury

Who lately come from Spain?

No, it is by a nobleman,

Nor by no man of fame

But it is by John Barbury

Who lately come from Spain

And she's called down her merry men

By one, by two, by three

John Barbary was once the first

But now the last came he

Oh will you take my daughter Jane

And wed her out of hand?

And you will dine and sup with me

And be heir to all my land

Oh, I will take your daughter Jane

And wed her out of hand

And I will dine and sup with you

But I do not want your land

For I have houses and I have land

And money out by the grand

And had it not been for your daughter

I'd never be your man, I'd never be your man