John Barbury

# # Capo on 3rd # # Bm D A There was a lady fine and gay, G A G She looked so neat and trim, D A Bm D She went onto her own garden-wall, D A G 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