Wake, dear daughter, do not sleep,
For here’s three kings coming to take;
Lodgings here they all may have,
So wake, dear daughter, wake.

Here’s my daughter, safe and sound,
And on her finger a guinea gold ring,
And in her pocket a thousand pounds,
So she is fit to marry a king.

Here’s your daughter, safe and sound,
And on her finger no guinea gold ring,
And in her pocket no thousand pounds,
So she’s not fit to marry a king.

—Aberdeen Training College (Rev. W. Gregor).

IV.

Here come three tailors, three by three,
To court your daughter, fair and fair;
Have you got a lodger here, oh, here?
Have you got a lodger here?

Sleep, daughter, sleep, sleep,
Here come three tailors we can’t take;
We haven’t got a lodger here, oh, here,
We haven’t got a lodger here.

[The verses are repeated for “sailors,” “blacksmiths,” &c., and then “kings,” and ends in the same way as the preceding version.]

—Swaffham, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).

V.