Don’t care for the Queen, don’t care for the Queen,
The Queen of Barbaree.
Good morning, young Queen, good morning, young Queen,
I have a complaint to thee.
Pray what is your complaint to me?
They won’t surrender, they won’t surrender
The Tower of Barbaree.
Take one of my brave soldiers.
—Lady Camilla Gurdon’s Suffolk County Folk-lore, p. 63.
You must surrend’ me, you must surrend’ me
To the Queen of Barbaloo.
No, we’ll not surrend’ you, no, we’ll not surrend’ you
To the Queen of Barbaloo.
We’ll complain, we’ll complain, &c.
[To the Queen of Barbaloo.]