Now we have got the pretty fair maid
To help us with our dancing,
Dance round the ring.
—Belfast (W. H. Patterson).
There was one lord came out of Spain,
He came to court our daughter Jane.
Our daughter Jane, she is too young,
To be controlled by flattering tongue.
Oh! fare thee well. Oh! fare thee well,
I’ll go and court some other girl.
Come back, come back, your coat is wide,
And choose the fairest on our side.
The fairest one that I can see,
Come unto me, come unto me.
—Belfast (W. H. Patterson).