文本歌词

There was a lady fine and gay
She looked so neat and trim
She went into her own garden-wall
To see her ships come in
And there she spies her daughter Jane
Who looked so pale and wan
Oh have you had some long sickness
Or lain ye with some young man
No I have had no long sickness
Nor lain here with a man
Her petticoats they were so short
She was a nine months gone
She was a nine months gone
Oh is it by some nobleman
Or by some man of fame
Or is it by John Barbary
Who lately come from Spain
No it is by a nobleman
Nor by no man of fame
But it is by John Barbary
Who lately come from Spain
And she's calld down her merry men
By one by two by three
John Barbary was once the first
But now the last came he
Oh will you take my daughter Jane
And wed her out of hand
And you will dine and sup with me
And be heir to all my land
Oh I will take your daughter Jane
And wed her out of hand
And I will dine and sup with you
But I do not want your land
For I have houses and I have land And money out by the grand
And had it not been for your daughter
I'd never be your man I'd never be your man