John Barbury - Kate Rusby

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