“ I find I must love him do all that I can,
And if ever I marry, the Sailors the man.
For his breuth is as sweet as the rose so fair,
There is none in this earth my love can compare,
He is ever good humoured, true hearted and kind,
And I wish in my heart I could tell her my mind. ”

“ And for every penny I got with thee,
⁠O here I give to the back three.
He took her by the milk-white hand,
⁠says, the half of my lands I'll give to thee
If thou will marry my brother Will,
⁠who's a sprightly youth in a lady's eye. ”