Are these what you are looking for Ambrose?
This used to be a skipping song in Belfast, Northern Ireland about forty odd years ago.

The wheels of Fortune.

O'er the hill there lives a lassie
And her name I do not know.
Some fine day I'm going to see her,
Whether she be rich or no'.

Chorus;
Nineteen, seventeen, fifteen, thirteen,
Eleven nine seven and a five three one.
Twenty, eighteen, sixteen, fourteen,
Twelve, ten, eight, six, four, two none.
Round and round go the wheels of fortune,
Round and round 'til they weary me.
Young women's hearts are so uncertain,
Sad experience teaches me.

Verse 2
Lassie I've got gold and silver,
Lassie I've got houses and land.
Lassie I've got ships on the ocean,
All to come at your command.

Chorus

Verse 3
I don't want your gold and silver
I don't want your houses or land.
I don't want your ships in the harbour
all I want is an honest young man.

Chorus to end.

Cheers.