Talked to Len Graham about this song a month or two ago. He has only ever heard of it via John McGrath, and is still actively looking for anyone else who has heard it independently, or found it in print. He perked his ears right up when I sang it with a different word than he did, and asked me about it afterwards, but that was just me goofing. ('For to view the salt meadows...' ...there aren't any salt meadows in Ireland, are there?)

As for not feeling like a stray collection of floaters... *some* of it feels really cohesive, but then there's the bit about ranging the world with your snuffbox and cane. Who is doing that? The anti-hero? The girl? And if it's the former, why would he be ranging the world 'like Venus or Diana in search of her swain'? And if it's the latter... well, women were certainly known to take snuff, but a cane? An affectation of a gentleman, unless we are to believe that she's got a gimpy leg. That entire verse is totally bewildering.