This one dates itself, the tune a slight Irish variant:

The queen has a daughter, the bold Princess Anne,
While she was out riding she met a young man.
His name it was Mark, a dashing young blade,
Of the face of a horse he was never afraid,

With me yah, yah, tooralay yah.

As they were a-riding through meadows and streams
He knew he was onto a good thing it seems,
Some new tricks at riding with hime she did find,
He was sometimes in front aye and sometimes behind

With me yah, yah, tooralay yah.

He popped her the question one night in the dark,
She could only say yes as she got off her Mark,
But weddings cost money as everyone knows,
So she told Mr. Heath and our wages he froze,

With me yah, yah, tooralay yah.

And so on. Men of No Popery if I remember roghtly.