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B. One rush, two rush,
Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.
[A passes under the arch, followed by the whole string of children, the last of whom is taken captive by в and c. The verses are repeated, until the whole are taken.]
ELEVEN Comets in the sky,
Nine peacocks in the air,
As fresh as any heart could wish;
Three monkeys tied to a clog;
Two pudding-ends would choke a dog,
With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.
[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, Come out and play at hide-and-seek. I've a cherry, I've a chess,
I've a bonny blue glass,
I've a dog among the corn,
One blind of an eye,
THERE were three jovial Welshmen,
All the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find,
But a ship a-sailing,
One said it was a ship,
The other he said, nay;
And all the night they hunted,
One said it was the moon,
[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.
[A game at ball.]
CUCKо, cherry tree,
Catch a bird, and give it to me;
Let it hail, rain, or snow.
I CAN make diet bread,
I can make diet bread,
[The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race.]
Good horses, bad horses,
the Oxfordshire version of the game of the Confessional, as shown in shadows on the wall.]
FATHER, O father, I'm come to confess,
Last night I call'd the cat a beast.
[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.
What's it, Mrs. Sheckleton?
Your cat stole a pound of my butter, father Francis!
O, no sin at all, Mrs. Sheckleton.
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?
O no, O yes, O no, O yes, &c. ad libitum.