B. One rush, two rush, . Pray thee, fine lady, come under bush. my [A passes under the arch, followed by the whole string of children, the last of whom is taken captive by B and C. The verses are repeated, until the whole are taken.] CCVI. ELEVEN Comets in the sky, I wonder how they all came there. As fresh as any heart could wish; Close by an old woman's apple-stall; Four horses stuck in a bog, Three monkeys tied to a clog; Two pudding-ends would choke a dog, With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. CCVII. [A Scotch version of the song already given at p. 109.] LAZY dukes, that sit in your neuks, And winna come out to play; Leave your supper, leave your sleep, I've a dog among the corn, Three score of Highland kye, One booly-backed, One blind of an eye, An' a' the rest hawkit. Laddie wi' the shelly-coat Huzza! cocks and hens, Flee awa' to your cavey. CCVIII. THERE were three jovial Welshmen, And they would go a-hunting All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find, But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind. One said it was a ship, The other he said, nay; The third said it was a house, And the chimney blown away. And all the night they hunted, One said it was the moon, CCIX. [Song set to five fingers.] 1. THIS little pig went to market; 2. This little pig staid at home; 3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter; 4. This little pig had none; 5. This little pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home. CCX. [A game at ball.] CUCKо, cherry tree, Catch a bird, and give it to me; Let it hail, rain, or snow. CCXI. I CAN make diet bread, I can make diet bread, CCXII. [The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race.] Good horses, bad horses, Now fare you away. CCXIII. [The following is the Oxfordshire version of the game of the Confessional, as shown in shadows on the wall.] FATHER, O father, I'm come to confess, Well, my daughter, well! Last night I call'd the cat a beast. Shocking, my daughter, shocking! What penance? my father, what penance? Kiss me. CCXIV. [The Kentish version of the same game.] Good morning, father Francis. Good morning, Mrs. Sheckleton. What has brought you abroad so early, Mrs. Sheckleton? I have come to confess a great sin, father Francis. Your cat stole a pound of my butter, father Francis! But I kill'd your cat for it, father Francis. O a very great sin indeed, Mrs. Sheckleton, you must do penance. What penance, father Francis? Kiss me. O no, O yes, O no, O yes, &c. ad libitum. |