And had she no other, Ma'am—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
Had she no other, Ma'am, ho?
—There was one Lady Grey,
Whose temper, they say,
Like her Lord's, is as sweet as a sloe——sloe,
Like her Lord's, is as sweet as a sloe.
Was no one from Croxteth there—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
No one from Croxteth there, ho?
—Oh, no—Lady Sefton
Would sooner have left town,