John Barbury Lyrics

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There was a lady fine and gay,
She looked so neat and trim,
She went onto her own garden-wall,
To see the ships come in.
And carries on just the same!
Lyrics:
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've not 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 a nobleman?
Or by a man of fame?
Or is it by John Barbary,
Who lately come from Spain?�
�No, it's not by a nobleman,
Or by a man of fame;
But it is by John Barbary,
Who lately came from Spain.
Who lately came from Spain.�
And she's called 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