—Penzance, Cornwall (Mrs. Mabbott).
Here come four dukes a-riding,
Ring a me, ding a me, ding.
What is your good will, sirs?
Ring a me, ding a me, ding.
Our good will’s to marry, &c.
Marry one of us then, &c.
You’re too poor and shabby, &c.
We’re quite as good as you are, &c.
Suppose we have one of you then, &c.
Which one will you have, &c.