XXI.

We are three suitors come from Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane.

My daughter Jane she is too young
To be beguiled by flattering tongue.

Let her be young, or let her be old,
For her beauty she must be sold.

Return, return, your coat is white,
And take the fairest in your sight.

Here’s your daughter safe and sound,
And in her pocket five hundred pound,
On her finger a gay gold ring,
Fit to walk with any king.

—Dublin (Mrs. Lincoln).

XXII.

Here comes a poor duke out of Spain,
He comes to court your daughter Jane.

My daughter Jane is yet too young,
She has a false and flattering tongue.