See “Mother, Mother, the Pot Boils Over,” “Witch.” Gled-wylie The name of a singular game played at country schools. One of the largest of the boys steals away from his comrades, in an angry-like mood, to some dykeside or sequestered nook, and there begins to work as if putting a pot on a fire. The others seem alarmed at his manner, and gather round him, when the following dialogue takes place:— They say first to him— What are ye for wi’ the pot, gudeman? Say what are ye for wi’ the pot? We dinna like to see ye, gudeman, Sae thrang about this spot. We dinna like ye ava, gudeman, We dinna like ye ava. Are ye gaun to grow a gled, gudeman? And our necks draw and thraw? He answers— Your minnie, burdies, ye maun lae; Ten to my nocket I maun hae; Ten to my e’enshanks, and or I gae lye, In my wame I’ll lay twa dizzen o’ ye by. The mother of them, as it were, returns— Try’t than, try’t than, do what ye can, Maybe ye maun toomer sleep the night, gudeman; Try’t than, try’t than, Gled-wylie frae the heugh, Am no sae saft, Gled-wylie, ye’ll fin’ me bauld and teugh. After these rhymes are said the chickens cling to the mother all in a string. She fronts the flock, and does all she can to keep the kite from her brood, but often he breaks the row and catches his prey.—Mactaggart’s _Gallovidian Encyclopædia_. Evidently denominated from the common mode of designating the kite among the vulgar (Jamieson). “The Greedy Gled’s seeking ye,” is one of the lines of a rhyme used in “Hide and Seek” in Edinburgh. Glead, or Gled, is also a Yorkshire and Cheshire name for a kite. “As hungry as a Glead” (_Glossary_, by an Old Inhabitant).—Leigh (_Cheshire Glossary_). See “Fox and Goose,” “Hen and Chickens,” “Hide and Seek.” Glim-glam The play of “Blind Man’s Buff.”—Banffshire, Aberdeen (Jamieson). Gobs A London name for the game of “Hucklebones.” See “Fivestones.” Green Grass [Music] —Middlesex (Miss Collyer). [Music] —London (A. B. Gomme). [Music] —Congleton (Miss A. E. Twemlow). I. A dis, a dis, a green grass, A dis, a dis, a dis; Come all you pretty fair maids And dance along with us. For we are going roving, A roving in this land; We’ll take this pretty fair maid, We’ll take her by the hand. Ye shall get a duke, my dear, And ye shall get a drake; And ye shall get a young prince, A young prince for your sake. And if this young prince chance to die, Ye shall get another; The bells will ring, and the birds will sing, And we’ll clap hands together. —Chamber’s _Popular Rhymes_, pp. 137-38. II. A-diss, a-diss, a-green grass, A-diss, a-diss, a-dass; Come, my pretty fair maid, And walk along with us.