John Barbury
Kate Rusby
Letra

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 a 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 a man of fame?
Or is it by John Barbury
Who lately come from Spain?

No, it is by a nobleman,
Nor by no man of fame
But it is by John Barbury
Who lately come 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