Row, row to Engeland,
To buy my babe a pearlen-band,
New breeches and new shoes,
So to its mother baby goes.
This sounds like our—
“To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun.”
Another, the first lines of which remind one of our—
Rockabye, babye, thy cradle is green,
Father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen.