There dwells a blith Lass in Falkland Town
And she hath Suitors I know not how many,
And her resolution she had set down
That she’l have a Blew Cap, if ever she have any.
An Englishman when our geod Knight was there,
Came often unto her, and loved her dear,
Yet still she replyed, Geod Sir, La be,
If ever I have a man, blew cap for me.
A Welchman that had a long Sword by his side,
Red Doublet, red Breech, and red Coat, and red Peard,