5 'No, it is by no nobleman,
Nor by no man of fame;
But it is by Johnny Barbary,
That's lately come from Spain.'
6 Then she calld down her merry men,
By one, by two, by three;
Johnny Barbary used to be the first,
But now the last came he.
7 'Oh will you take my daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand?
And you shall dine and sup with me,
And be heir of my land.'
8 'Yes, I will take your daughter Jane,
And wed her out of hand;
And I will dine and sup with you,
But I do not want your land.'
9 Then she calld down her merry men,
With a shrill and a pleasant voice:
'Come, let us all now mery be,
Since she has made such a happy choice.'
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Notes and Queries, Fifth Series, VII, 387, 1877: communicated by B. Montgomerie Ranking, as "heard sung years ago by a West Country fisherman."
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1 'Oh daughter, oh daughter,' her father he said,
'What makes you look so pale?
. . . . . . .
Or are you in love with any man?'