Enter Gaoler's Daughter, and sings. The George alow came from the south, From the coast of Barbary-a; And there he met with brave gallants of war, By one, by two, by three a. Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants! And whither now are you bound-a? O, let me have your company Till I come to the Sound-a! There was three fools fell out about an howlet; The one said it was an owl The other he said nay, The third he said it was a hawk, And her bells were cut away.