The mention in this rhyme of the cupboard and the can carries us to a time not so remote indeed in years, but far removed in customs. At the beginning of the century, in the old colonial towns, tumblers were unknown; the silver can stood on the table, and was passed from hand to hand at the meal, the elders drinking first. This usage was accompanied with much ceremony. An informant (born in Salem, Mass.), whose memory goes back almost to the beginning of the century, recollects how, when it came to be his turn to drink, he was obliged to rise and wipe his lips (the use of the same vessel by a whole family made this habit proper), and repeat the words, while parents and friends laid down knives and forks and looked on, "Duty to Sir and Ma'am, respects to aunt, love to brother and sister, and health to myself." Sometimes, he said, sensitive children would rather "go dry" than endure this ordeal. No. 13. _Little Sally Waters._ A girl in the centre of the ring, seated, and covering her face with her hands. At the word "rise," she chooses and salutes any one whom she pleases. Little Sally Waters, Sitting in the sun, Crying and weeping, For a young man. Rise, Sally, rise, Dry your weeping eyes, Fly to the East, Fly to the West, Fly to the one you love best. In the north of England the heroine's name is _Sally Walker_: Sally Walker, Sally Walker, Come spring-time and love-- She's lamenting, she's lamenting, All for her young man. A ballad situation has been united with a dance-rhyme. No. 14. _Here Sits the Queen of England._ Here sits the Queen of England in her chair, She has lost the true love that she had last year; So rise upon your feet, and kiss the first you meet, For there's many around your chair. _Georgia._ No. 15. _Green Gravel._ A girl sits in the ring, and turns her head gravely as a messenger advances, while the rest sing to a pleasing air-- [Illustration] Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green, And all the free _masons_ (maidens) are _ashamed_ (arrayed?) to "be seen;"[56] O Mary, O Mary, your true love is dead, The king sends you a letter to turn back your head.[57] There are only two lines left of the ballad, or rather reminiscence of one.