The last looks like the one already in DT. Here's another.
[from J. Ritson's The North Country Chorister, 1810
Tommy Linn is a Sotchman born,
His head is baalf, and his beard is shorn,
He has a cap made of a hare skin;
An elder man is Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn has no boots to put one,
But two calves skins, and the hair it was on;
They are open at the side and the water goes in;
Unwholesome boots, says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn has a mare of the gray,
Lam'd of all four, as I hear say;
It has the farcy all overr the skin:
It's a running yade, says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn no bridle had to put on,
But two mouses tails, and them he put on;
Tommy Linn had no saddle to put on,
But two urchin skins, and them he put on.
Tommy Linn went to yonder hall,
Went hipping and skipping among them all;
They ask'd what made him come so boldly in,
I'm come a wooing, says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn went to church to be wed,
The bride followed after, she hung down her head;
She hung down her cheeks, she hung down her chin;
This is a gloomy quean, say Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linns daughter sat on the 'stair',
Oh, dear father, gin I be not fair!
They stairs they broke, and she fell in;
Your are fair enough now, say Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linns daughter sat on the 'brig',
Oh, dear father, gin I be not trig!
The bridge it broke, and she fell in,
You are trig enough now, say Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn, and his wife, and his wifes mother,
They all fell into the fire together;
They that lay undermost got a hot skin;
We are not enough, say Tommy Linn.