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"The miller, he stole corn;
The weaver, he stole yarn;
The little tailor stole broad-cloth,

To keep these three rogues warm.

"The miller was drown'd in his dam ;
The weaver was hung in his loom;

And the devil ran away with the little tailor,
With the broad-cloth under his arm.”

P. 64, 1.17. There was a lady all skin and bone. The following version was obtained from Yorkshire, where it is used in a nursery game:

"There was an old woman she went to church to pray;
And when she got to the church-yard stile,
She sat her down to think a little while;
And when she got to the church-yard door,
She sat her down, to think a little more;
And when she got the church within,
She knelt her down to pray for sin;

She look'd above, she look❜d below,

She saw a dead man lying low;

The worms crept in, and the worms crept out;
She ask'd the parson, may I go out?'

Yes, you may," &c.

P. 70, 1.7. There was a frog liv'd in a well. The tune to this is given in a scarce work, called "The Merry Musician, or a Cure for the Spleen," 12mo., and also in "An Antidote to Melancholy," 1719. The well-known song, "A frog he would a wooing go," appears to have been borrowed from this. See Dauney's" Ancient Scottish Melodies," p. 53.

P. 72, 1. 12. There was an old woman. Sung to the air of Liliburlero. See "Musick's Handmaid," 1673, where the air is called, "Liliburlero, or Old Woman whither so high."

P. 79, 1. 10. Ding, dong, bell. The burden to a song in the "Tempest," act i. scene 2; and also to one in the "Merchant of Venice."

P. 80, 1.2. Dog with long snout. Sometimes, Johnny Grout."

P. 84, 1. 5. Another version runs thus:

"Give a thing,

Take a thing,

That's the devil's golden ring."

P. 90; 1. 5. Ride to the market.


P. 86, No. 124. A game.

P. 87, 1. 9. Tommy Tibule. A game on a child's toes.

A game on the nurse's

P. 100, 1. 1. Bisiter. That is, Bicester, in Oxfordshire.

P. 103, 1. 19.

Was. Probably "wasn't."

P. 104, 1. 3. This is said to have been written by Dr. Wallis.

"For ferde we be fryght a crosse let us kest,
Cryst crosse, benedyght, eest and west,

P. 105, 1. 14. The charm in the Townley Mysteries, to which I refer, is as follows:

For dreede.

Jesus o' Nazorus,
Marcus, Andreas,


God be our spede."

"Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
His watchful station near me keep."

P. 106, 1.5. The two last lines of this charm are perhaps imitated from the following in Bishop Ken's Evening Hymn:

P. 107, 1.1. We are three brethren. Sometimes "knights." The versions of this game vary considerably from each other.

P. 109, 1.1. Girls and boys. The tune to this may be found in all the late editions of Playford's "Dancing Master." The following is a Scotch version of this

P 112, No. 194. game:


"1. Buff says Buff to all his men.
2. I say Buff to you again.
1. Methinks Buff smiles.

P. 114, 1. 15.

2. No, Buff never smiles,
But strokes his face

P. 116, 1. 1. A game on a slate.

P. 113, 1. 17. Queen Anne. A different version of No. 184, p. 108.


With a very good grace,

And passes the staff to another."

Then comes. Sometimes,

P. 117, 1.6. Eleven comets in the sky. This ought to be said in one breath. The following is another version of it:

'Eight ships on the main,

I wish them all safe back again;

"Then comes

Seven eagles in the air,

I wonder how they all came there;

I don't know, nor I don't care.

Six spiders on the wall,

Close to an old woman's apple-stall;
Five puppies in Highgate Hall,
Who daily for their breakfast call;
Four mares stuck in a bog;

Three monkies tied to a log;

Two pudding-ends will choke a dog,

With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.”


P. 138, 1. 5. The rule of the road. I am told that this is

a very modern composition.

P. 131, 1. 1. For "dee," read "D."

P. 131, 1. 3, No. 123. See page 124.

P. 133, 1. 4. E. with a figure fiftie. This ought to be thus:

"E. with a figure of L. fiftie."

This is probably an epigram on one of the family of the Noels, or Nowels.

P. 134, 1. 9. Cowslips. Some read "muscles." I have a copy of the date 1797, which has " cuckolds," probably the genuine old reading.

P. 137, No. 251. When I was a little girl. A friend has kindly furnished me with a different version of these curious lines :

"WHEN I was a little girl,

I wash'd my mammy's dishes:
I put my finger in my eye,
And pull'd out four-score fishes.

"My mammy call'd me good girl,
And bade me do so 'gain:

I put my finger in my eye,
And pull'd out fourscore-ten."

It is a singular fact, that a comparatively modern discovery in physiology was anticipated in the original version of this


P. 142, No. 263. This is a game.

P. 144, 1. 1. We'll go a shooting. This is an English version of a very curious song, used on the occasion of “hunting the wran," on St. Stephen's Day, in the Isle of Man. On that day the children of the villagers procure a wren, attach it with a string to a branch of holly, decorate the branch with pieces of ribbon that they beg from the various houses, and

carry it through the village, singing these lines. An extract from an Irish work, from which it appears that this custom is likewise prevalent in Ireland, is given in Sir Henry Ellis's edition of Brand's "Popular Antiquities," vol. ii. p. 516 :— "The Druids represented this as the king of all birds. The great respect shown to this bird gave great offence to the first Christian missionaries, and, by their command, he is still hunted and killed by the peasants on Christmas Day, and on the following (St. Stephen's Day) he is carried about hung by the leg in the centre of two hoops, crossing each other at right angles, and a procession made in every village, of men, women, and children, importing him to be the king of birds.” I am glad to be able to give the genuine traditional song, as recited in the Isle of Man:


"We'll hunt the wran, says Robin to Bobbin;
We'll hunt the wran, says Richard to Robin;
We'll hunt the wran, says Jack o' th' land;
We'll hunt the wran, says every one.

"Where shall we find him? says Robin to Bobbin;
Where shall we find him? says Richard to Robin;
Where shall we find him? says Jack o' th' land;
Where shall we find him? says every one.

"In yon green bush, says Robin to Bobbin;
In yon green bush, says Richard to Robin;
In yon green bush, says Jack o' th' land;
In yon green bush, says every one.

"How shall we kill him? says Robin to Bobbin;
How shall we kill him? says Richard to Robin;
How shall we kill him? says Jack o' th' land;
How shall we kill him? says every one.

“With sticks and stones, says Robin to Bobbin;
With sticks and stones, says Richard to Robin;
With sticks and stones, says Jack o' th' land;
With sticks and stones, says every one.

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