And there we met with brave gallants of war,
By one, by two, by three-a!
“Well hail’d, well hail’d, you jolly gallants!
And whither now are you bound-a?
Or let me have your company
Till I come to the Sound-a!”
This sounds as though a part of the “Henry Martyn” (Andrew Barton) already given. Another of the mad girl’s songs is:—
“There were three fools fell out about an howlet.
The one said ’twas an owl;
The other said nay.