My daughter Jane, she is too young, She has not learned the Spanish tongue. Whether she be young or old, She must have a gift of gold; So fare you well, my lady gay, We’ll turn our heads another way. Come back, come back, thou Spanish knight, And pick the fairest in this night. —Addy’s _Sheffield Glossary_. VII. There were three lords they came from Spain, They came to court my daughter Jane; My daughter Jane, she is too young To hear your false and flattering tongue. So fare thee well, your daughter Jane, I’ll call again, another day, another year. Turn back, turn back, and choose The fairest one that you can see. The fairest one that I can see, Is pretty Jane, will you come with me. [Jane says No.] The proud little girl, she won’t come out, she won’t come out, to help us with our dancing; So fare you well, I’ll come again another day. Turn back, turn back, and choose The fairest one that you can see. The fairest one that I can see, Is pretty Sarah, will you come with me? [Yes.] Now we have got the pretty fair maid To help us with our dancing, Dance round the ring. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). VIII. There was one lord came out of Spain, He came to court our daughter Jane. Our daughter Jane, she is too young, To be controlled by flattering tongue. Oh! fare thee well. Oh! fare thee well, I’ll go and court some other girl. Come back, come back, your coat is wide, And choose the fairest on our side. The fairest one that I can see, Come unto me, come unto me. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). IX. There were three lords came out of Spain, They came to court my daughter Jane; My daughter Jane, she is too young To bear your false and flattering tongue. So fare you well, so fare you well, I’ll go and court some other girl. Come back, come back, your coat is white, And choose the fairest in your sight. The fairest one that I can see, Is [    ] come unto me. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). X. Here come three dukes dressed all in green, They come to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she is too young To understand your flattering tongue. Let her be young, or let her be old, It is for her beauty she must be sold. Eighteenpence would buy such a wench, As either you or your daughter Jane.[10] —Middlesex (from Mrs. Pocklington-Coltman’s maid).