Here comes the lady of the land,
With sons and daughters in her hand;
Pray, do you want a servant to-day?
What can she do?
She can brew, she can bake,
She can make a wedding cake
Fit for you or any lady in the land.
Pray leave her.
I leave my daughter safe and sound,
And in her pocket a thousand pound,
And on her finger a gay ring,
And I hope to find her so again.
—Somerset and Dorset Notes and Queries, i. 133.
There camed a lady from other land,
With all her children in her hand—
Please, do you want a sarvant, marm?
Leave her.