For some reason, the following song just "popped into my head" yesterday, I hadn't thought about it for (probably) years. I tried a DT search and couldn't find it (now watch somebody tell me I'm wrong and stick up a "blicky" to it). I can't remember where I learned it (although it most definitely has been recorded, I just can't remember who by).

Doubtless this will turn out to be one of those songs that everyone knows...

The Flower of France and England

As I was on my rambles, I went from Dover to Carlyle,
The town was full of rebels and you might have heard them for a mile,
I went into "The Grapes" to see what entertainment I could find,
Not being brisk, I ran the risk, I called for a pint of wine
And there I spied this bonnie lass, the Flower of France and England.

Not being in a hurry, I for a private room did call,
They sent to me, the caddy, the lad that rings the morning bell
But in there came this brisk young dame, she "Kind Sir, come follow me
"It is not fit, that you should sit, among such roving company".
This handsome, smiling, bonnie lass, the flower of France and England

She took me to a chamber, where everything was neat and clean,
She said "Young Sir, it is not fit, you should have something on to dine".
The table soon she covered o'er, the dinner soon she did bring in,
She looked not like some idle slut, nor one that was not taught to spin
This handsome, smiling, bonnie lass, the flower of France and England.

But I could not fall to eating, for thinking on this bonnie lass
that spent her time a-scouring, among the pewter and the brass,
I rang the bell, she heard the knell and swift to me she did repair,
I said, "My dear, the table's drawn, come sit beside me on this chair,
"My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England"

She said "Young man, you are as bad as any in this house this night,
"For they are drunk and you are mad, or else you would not speak the like,
"Come, take the cup and drink it up, and drive such fancies out by sleep,
"For if you dreamed you had me wed, I'm sure you would arise and weep."
Said this handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England.

But I could not fall to sleeping, for thinking of this bonnie maid,
And if I could but win her, I would not care how long I stayed.
I rang the bell, she heard the knell and swift to me she did repair,
Said I "We'll to St Mary's Church, and there we will undo this care
My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England.

So we've go to St Mary's, and there the priest, the knot, has tied,
I've hi'ed home my bonnie bride, as fast as ever I could ride,
Thro' Scotland broad we've ta'en the road, 'til we've come tae my father's place.
The servants there did skip and dance to see their new found Lady's face.
My handsome, smiling, bonnie lass, the flower of France and England.

I regret that I have no way of giving the tune

Regards

Walrus (Now perhaps it'll stop going around in my head)