Come down to my kitchen, come down to my hall,
I’ll pick the finest of you all. The fairest is that girl
I shall say, “Come to me.”

I will buy a silk and satin dress, to trail a yard as we go to church,
Madam, will you walk? madam, will you talk?
Madam, will you marry me?

I will buy you a gold watch and chain, to hang by your side as we go to church;
Madam, will you walk? madam, will you talk?
Madam, will you marry me?

I will buy you the key of the house, to enter in when my son’s out;
Madam, will you walk? madam, will you talk?
Madam, will you marry me?

—Earls Heaton, Yorks. (H. Hardy).

XVI.

Here comes one duke a-riding,
With a rancey, tancey, tiddy boys, O!
Rancey, tancey, tay!

Pray which will you take of us, sir? &c.

You’re all as dark as gipsies, &c.

Quite good enough for you, &c.