My daughter Jane is far too young, She cannot bear your chattering tongue. Farewell! farewell! we must not stay; We’ll call again another day. Come back, come back, your choice is free, And choose the fairest one you see. The fairest one that I can see Is A—— F——. Come to me. —Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith). XXIX. There came three dukes a-riding, a-riding, a-riding, There came three dukes a-riding, To court my daughter Jane. My daughter Jane is far too young, far too young, My daughter Jane is far too young, She hath a flattering tongue. They’re all as red as roses, as roses, as roses, They’re all as red as roses with sitting in the sun. —Perth (Rev. W. Gregor). XXX. Here comes a duke a-riding, To court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane is far too young To listen to your saucy tongue; Go back, go back, you saucy Jack, And clean your spurs and . . . . My spurs are bright as bright can be, With a tissima, tissima, tissima tee. Go through the house, go through the hall, And choose the fairest of them all. The fairest one that I can see Is ——. Come to me. —Clapham School (Mrs. Herbertson). XXXI. Here comes three dukes a-riding, a-riding, Here comes three dukes a-riding, to court your daughter Jane. My daughter Jane is yet too young To bear your silly, flattering tongue. Be she young, or be she old, She for beauty must and shall be sold. So fare thee well, my lady gay, We’ll take our horse and ride away, And call again another day. Come back, come back! you Spanish knight, And clean your spurs, they are not bright. My spurs are bright as “rickety rock” [and richly wrought], And in this town they were not bought, And in this town they shan’t be sold, Neither for silver, copper, nor gold. So fare thee well, &c. Come back! come back! you Spanish Jack [or coxcomb]. Spanish Jack [or coxcomb] is not my name, I’ll stamp my foot [stamps] and say the same. So fare thee well, &c. Come back! come back! you Spanish knight, And choose the fairest in your sight. This is the fairest I can see, So pray, young damsel, walk with me. We’ve brought your daughter, safe and sound, And in her pocket a thousand pound, And on her finger a gay gold ring, We hope you won’t refuse to take her in.