My daughter Jane, she is too young,
She has not learned her mother-tongue.
Let her be young, let her be old,
The fate of beauty’s to be sold.
Walk through the parlour, walk through the hall,
And choose the fairest one of all.
The fairest one that I can see
Is little ——, so come to me. No!
Will you come? No!
Naughty one, naughty one, you won’t come out
To join us in our dancing!
Will you come? Yes!
Now we’ve got a pretty fair one
To join us in our dancing.
—Colleyhurst, Manchester (Miss Dendy).
Two poor gentlemen are come out of Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane.