Children's songs -- United States; Games with music
The reply is, "A slice of bread and a cup of tea," whereon Mary
answers, "No, mother, I won't get up," and responds similarly to the
call to dinner; but for supper the mother offers "a nice young man with
rosy cheeks," which is accepted with the words, "Yes, mother, I will
get up," whereon the ring clap their hands. The round is familiar in
New York streets. There is a corresponding English song, with a tragic
ending.
No. 33.
_Whistle, Daughter, Whistle._
"Whistle, daughter, whistle,
And I'll give you a sheep."
[_After an interval._] "Mother, I'm asleep."
"Whistle, daughter, whistle,
And I'll give you a cow."
[_A faint attempt._] "Mother, I don't know how."
"Whistle, daughter, whistle,
And I'll give you a man."
[_A loud and clear whistle._] "Mother, now I can!"
_New York._
The subject of this and the preceding number has furnished endless
mirth to popular poetry. The present song is ancient; for it is
identical with a German, Flemish, and French round of the fifteenth or
sixteenth century, in which a _nun_ (or monk) is tempted to _dance_
by similar offers. The spirit of the latter piece seems to be rather
light-hearted ridicule than puritanic satire, and the allusion does not
show that the piece is subsequent to the Reformation.
No. 34.
_There were Three Jolly Welshmen._
There were three jolly Welshmen,
And I have heard them say,
That they would go a-hunting
Upon St. David's day--
_Look--a--there--now!_
They hunted, they hunted,
And nothing could they find,
But a woman in the road,
And her they left behind--
_Look--a--there--now!_
One said it was a woman,
The other said nay;
One said it was an angel
With the wings blowed away--
_Look--a--there--now!_
We have obtained only three verses of the song, which was a favorite
with little children as they sat on the door-step of a summer's
evening. Another version of the ancient jest comes to us as sung by
college students:
(_Slow and mournful, in C minor._)
And so they went along,
To see what they could see,
And soon they saw a frog
A-sitting under a tree.
(_Recit._) So--they--did.
One said it was a frog,
But the other said nay--
One said it was a canary-bird
With the feathers blown away.
(_Recit._) So--it--was.
And so they went along,
To see what they could see,
And soon they saw a barn
A-standing by a tree.
One said it was a barn,
But the other said nay,
One said it was a meeting-house
With the steeple blown away.
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