XI. There came a king from Spain, To court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she’s yet too young To be deluded by a flattering tongue. Whether she’s old, or whether she’s young, It’s for her beauty she must come. Then turn about, her coat is thin, And seek the fairest of your right. The fairest one that I can see Is fair and lovely Jan-ie. Then here’s my daughter safe and sound, And in her pocket three hundred pound, And on her finger a gay gold ring, She’s fit to walk with any king. —Annaverna, Ravensdale, Co. Louth (Miss R. Stephens). XII. There came three dukes a-riding, riding, riding; Oh! we be come all out of Spain, All for to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she is too young, She has not learned her mother-tongue. Let her be young, or let her be old, The fate of beauty’s to be sold. Here’s my daughter safe and sound, And in her pocket a thousand pound, And on her finger a gay gold ring. Here’s your daughter not safe nor sound, And in her pocket no thousand pound, And on her finger no gay gold ring; Open your door and take her in. —London (Miss Dendy). XIII. There came three dukes all out of Spain, All for to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she is too young, She has not learned her mother-tongue. Let her be young, let her be old, The fate of beauty’s to be sold. Walk through the parlour, walk through the hall, And choose the fairest one of all. The fairest one that I can see Is little ——, so come to me. No! Will you come? No! Naughty one, naughty one, you won’t come out To join us in our dancing! Will you come? Yes! Now we’ve got a pretty fair one To join us in our dancing. —Colleyhurst, Manchester (Miss Dendy). XIV. Two poor gentlemen are come out of Spain, Come to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, is yet too young To understand your flattering tongue. Let her be young, or let her be old, She must be sold for Spanish gold. Turn back, turn back, you haughty knight, And take the fairest in your sight. This is the fairest I can see, So (    ) must come to me. —Bexley Heath (Miss Morris). XV. Here come three lords all dressed in green, All for the sake of your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she is so young, She doesn’t know her mother-tongue. [Or,