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.