For you shall have a dik-ma-day, You shall have a drāgon; You shall have a nice young man With princes for his thēgan (or sēgan). —Lanarkshire (W. G. Black). III. A dish, a dish, a green grass, A dish, a dish, a dish, Come all you pretty maidens And dance along wi’ us. For we are lads a roving, A roving through the land, We’ll take this pretty fair maid By her lily white hand. Ye sall get a duke, my dear, An ye sall get a drake, An ye sall get a bonny prince For your ain dear sake. And if they all should die, Ye sall get anither; The bells will ring, the birds will sing, And we’ll clap our hands together. —Biggar (W. Ballantyne). IV. Dissy, dissy, green grass, Dissy, dissy, duss, Come all ye pretty fair maids And dance along with us. You shall have a duck, my dear, And you shall have a drake, And you shall have a nice young man To love you for your sake. If this young man should chance to die And leave the girl a widow, The birds shall sing, the bells shall ring, Clap all your hands together. —Yorkshire (Henderson’s _Folk-lore, Northern Counties_, p. 27). V. Dossy, dossy green grass, Dossy, dossy, doss, Come all ye pretty fair maids And dance upon the grass. I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass, I will give you anything For a pretty lass. I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl, I will give you anything For a pretty girl. Take one, take one, the fairest you can see. You shall have a duck, my dear, You shall have a drake, You shall have a young man Apprentice for your sake. If this young man shall wealthy grow And give his wife a feather, The bells shall ring and birds shall sing And we’ll all clap hands together. —Roxton, St. Neots (Miss Lumley). VI. Walking up the green grass, A dust, a dust, a dust! We want a pretty maiden To walk along with us. We’ll take this pretty maiden, We’ll take her by the hand, She shall go to Derby, And Derby is the land! She shall have a duck, my dear, She shall have a drake, She shall have a nice young man A-fighting for her sake! Suppose this young man was to die, And leave the poor girl a widow; The bells would ring and we should sing, And all clap hands together!