Here’s my daughter, safe and sound,
And in her pocket five hundred pounds,
And on her finger a five guinea gold ring,
And she is fit to walk with a king.

Here’s your daughter, nor safe nor sound,
And in her pocket no five hundred pound,
And on her finger no five guinea gold ring,
And she’s not fit to walk with the king.

—Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).

III.

Here’s three sweeps, three by three,
And down by the door they bend their knee;
Oh! shall we have lodgings here, oh, here?
Oh! shall we have lodgings here?

Sleep, dear daughter, do not wake,
For here’s three sweeps coming to take;
Lodgings here they shall not have,
So sleep, dear daughter, sleep.

Here’s three bakers, three by three,
And down by the door they bend their knee;
Oh! shall we have lodgings here, oh, here?
Oh! shall we have lodgings here?

Sleep, dear daughter, do not wake, &c. (as above).

Here’s three kings, three by three, &c. (as above).