Lord Harry.
Lord Harry, he sat on the shingles one day,1
And his lordship with jewels was laden,2
And he lifted his eye, as sweet Polly came by,3
The bonniest trim fishermaiden.4
He gave her a stare, with his lordliest air,5
And he said, “ I’ve determined to marry ;6
I’ve goods and I’ve land, and here is my hand,7
I think I’m a catch,” said Lord Harry.8
“ And what will you give to your lady ? ” said she,9
“ To the bride whom your lordship may honour ? ”10
“ Why, dinners and dresses and money,” said he,11
“ And jewels to sparkle upon her ! ”12
“ If you give nothing more, sir,” the maiden replied,13
“ I pity the girl whom you marry ! ”14
While his lordship looked down at her rough fisher gown,15
“ What more can she want ? ” cried Lord Harry.16
“ When I have a lover,” sweet Polly replied,17
And she blushed with a smile that was sunny,18
“ He must give me his heart, ere he makes me his bride,19
For ’tis love that I ask for—not money ! ”20
So she made him a curtsey, and off went my lord,21
And invited a duchess to marry,22
She was ugly and old, but she’d plenty of gold,23
And she made a good match for Lord Harry.24