There were three lords came out of Spain,
They came to court my daughter Jane;
My daughter Jane, she is too young
To bear your false and flattering tongue.
So fare you well, so fare you well,
I’ll go and court some other girl.
Come back, come back, your coat is white,
And choose the fairest in your sight.
The fairest one that I can see,
Is [ ] come unto me.
—Belfast (W. H. Patterson).
Here come three dukes dressed all in green,
They come to court your daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane, she is too young
To understand your flattering tongue.