My cake ain’t baked, my ban [_qy._ beer or barm] ain’t brewed, And yew can’t hev my daughter Jane.] Fie upon you and your daughter Jane; [scornfully,] Eighteenpence will buy a good wench, As well as you and your daughter Jane. —Swaffham, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). XVI. Here come three lords all dressed in green, Here come three lords all come from Spain, All for the sake of your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she is so young, She hath no knowledge in her tongue. —Kent (Miss Fowler). XVII. I am a gentleman come from Spain; I’ve 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. So fare thee well, my lady gay, I’ll call upon you another day. Turn back, turn back, you saucy lad,[11] And choose the fairest you can spy! The fairest one that I can see Is pretty Miss ——. Come to me! I’ve brought your daughter home safe and sound, With money in her pocket here, a thousand pound: Take your saucy girl back again. —Bocking, Essex (_Folk-lore Record_, iii. pt. ii. 171). XVIII. Here comes three knights all out of Spain, A-courting of your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, she is too young, She can’t abide your flattering tongue. If she be young, or she be old, She for her beauty must be sold. Go back, go back, you Spanish knight, And rub your spurs till they are bright. My spurs are bright and richly wrought, And in this town they were not bought, And in this town they shan’t be sold, Neither for silver nor for gold. Walk up the kitchen and down the hall, And choose the fairest of us all. Madams, to you I bow and bend, I take you for my dearest friend; You are two beauties, I declare, So come along with me, my dear. —Wenlock, Condover, Ellesmere, Market Drayton (_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 516). XIX. Here come three dukes all out of Spain, In mourning for your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane, is yet too young To cast her eyes on such a one. Let her be young, or let her be old, ’Tis for her beauty she must be sold. So fare thee well, my lady gay, I’ll call on you another day. Turn back, turn back, you saucy Jack, Up through the kitchen and through the hall, And pick the fairest of them all. The fairest one that I can see. So please, Miss ——, come with me.