My daughter Jane is far too young,
She cannot bear your chattering tongue.
Farewell! farewell! we must not stay;
We’ll call again another day.
Come back, come back, your choice is free,
And choose the fairest one you see.
The fairest one that I can see
Is A—— F——. Come to me.
—Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith).
There came three dukes a-riding, a-riding, a-riding,
There came three dukes a-riding,
To court my daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane is far too young, far too young,
My daughter Jane is far too young,
She hath a flattering tongue.
They’re all as red as roses, as roses, as roses,
They’re all as red as roses with sitting in the sun.
—Perth (Rev. W. Gregor).