Johnny shall have a new master;
Johnny shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can work no faster.
[About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive,]
About the bush, Willie, I’ll meet thee alive.
| We’re three brethren out of Spain, Come to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane she is too young, She has no skill in a flattering tongue. Be she young or be she old, It’s for her gold she must be sold, So fare you well, my lady gay, We shall return another day. |