ROBIN, BOBBIN, RICHARD, AND JOHN. "WE'LL go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin ;

"We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John;

'We'll go a-shooting," says John all alone; "We'll go a-shooting," says every one.

"What shall we kill?" says Robin to Bobbin ;
"What shall we kill?" says Richard to John;
"What shall we kill?" says John all alone;
"What shall we kill?" says every one.

"We'll shoot at that wren !" says Robin to Bobbin;
"We'll shoot at that wren !" says Richard to John;
"We'll shoot at that wren !" says John all alone;
"We'll shoot at that wren !" says every one.

"She's down, she's down!" says Robin to Bobbin ; "She's down, she's down!" says Richard to John; "She's down, she's down!" says John all alone; "She's down, she's down!" says every one.

"How shall we get her home?" says Robin to Bobbin ;

"How shall we get her home?" says Richard to John;

"How shall we get her home?" says John all alone; "How shall we get her home?" says every one.

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'We'll hire a cart!" says Robin to Bobbin; "We'll hire a cart!" says Richard to John; "We'll hire a cart!" says John all alone; "We'll hire a cart!" says every one.

"Then, hoist, boys, hoist!" says Robin to Bobbin ;

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Then, hoist, boys, hoist !" says Richard to John;

Then, hoist, boys, hoist !" says John all alone;

Then, hoist, boys, hoist !" says every one.

So they brought her away, after each plucked a feather,

And, when they got home, shared the booty together.

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A' THE NICHT OWER AND OWER.

A' THE nicht ower and ower,
And a' the nicht ower again,
A' the nicht ower and ower,
The peacock followed the hen.

The hen's a hungry beast;

The cock is hollow within;
There's nae deceit in a pudding;

A pie's a dainty thing.

A' the nicht ower, &c.

THE POOR WOMAN OF BABYLON.

A pleasant game, played by a ring of children, with a girl (or boy) in the centre.

CHILDREN (dancing round).

Here comes a poor woman from Babylon,
With six poor children all alone;

One can bake, and one can brew;
One can shape, and one can sew ;
One can sit at the fire and spin,
One can bake a cake for the king:
Choose but one and leave the rest,
And take the one you love the best.

[The girl (or boy) in the centre chooses a
boy (or girl) from the ring, and both
then stand together in the centre.

CHILDREN (dancing round).

Now you're married we wish you joy,

Many a girl and many a boy,

Love one another like sister and brother,
And now, good people, kiss each other.
[They do so; the child in the centre when
the game began goes into the ring, the
other remains in the centre, and the
game begins anew.

CATTIE SITS IN THE KILN-RING.

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THE CATTIE SITS IN THE KILN-RING.

THE cattie sits in the kiln-ring,

Spinning, spinning,

And by came a little wee mouse,

Running, running.

Loesome lady?"

"Oh, what's that you're spinning, my loesome,

"I'm spinning a sark to my young son,"

Said she, said she.

"I soopit my house, my loesome, ".

Loesome lady;"

"'Twas a sign ye didna sit amang dirt then,"

Said she, said she.

"Weel mat he brook it, my loesome,

Loesome lady;"

"Gif he dinna brook it weel, he may brook it ill,"

Said she, said she.

"I fand twall pennies, my winsome,

Winsome lady;"

"'Twas a sign ye warna sillerless,"

Said she, said she.

"I gaed to the market, my loesome,

Loesome lady;"

"'Twas a sign ye didna sit at hame, then,”

Said she, said she.

"I coft a sheep's head, my winsome,

Winsome lady;"

Said she, said she.

"'Twas a sign ye warna kitchenless,'

"I put it in my pottie to boil, my loesome,

Loesome lady;"

"'Twas a sign ye didna eat it raw,"

Said she, said she.

"I put it in my winnock to cool, my winsome,

Winsome lady;"

"'Twas a sign ye didna burn your chafts, then," Said she, said she.

"By cam' a cattie and eat it a' up, my loesome, Loesome lady;"

"And sae will I you-worrie, worrie, gnash, gnash."