The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 1 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes and Methods of Playing etc.Gomme, Alice Bertha
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The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 1 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes and Methods of Playing etc.
Gomme, Alice Bertha
Folklore -- Great Britain; Games -- Great Britain
Come, my dearest [Mary],
Come and play with us,
You shall have a young man
Born for your sake.
And the bells shall ring
And the cats shall sing,
And we’ll all clap hands together.
—Addy’s _Sheffield Glossary_.
X. Up and down the green grass,
This, and that, and thus;
Come all you fair maids
And walk along with us.
Some will give you silver,
Some will give you gold,
Some will give you anything
For a pretty lass.
Don’t you think [_boy’s name_]
Is a handsome young man?
Don’t you think Miss [_child who has been choosing_]
Is as handsome as he?
Then off with the glove
And on with the ring;
You shall be married
When you can agree.
Take hold of my little finger,
Maycanameecan,
Pray tell me the name
Of your young man.
—Hurstmonceux, Sussex (Miss Chase).
XI. Here we come up the green grass,
Green grass, green grass,
Here we come up the green grass,
Dusty, dusty, day.
Fair maid, pretty maid,
Give your hand to me,
I’ll show you a blackbird,
A blackbird on the tree.
We’ll all go roving,
Roving side by side,
I’ll take my fairest ——,
I’ll take her for my bride.
Will you come?
No!
Naughty miss, she won’t come out,
Won’t come out, won’t come out,
Naughty miss, she won’t come out,
To help us with our dancing.
Will you come?
Yes!
Now we’ve got our bonny lass,
Bonny lass, bonny lass,
Now we’ve got our bonny lass,
To help us with our dancing.
—London (A. B. Gomme).
XII. Here we go up the green grass,
The green grass, the green grass;
Here we go up the green grass,
So early in the morning.
Fair maid, pretty maid;
Give your hand to me,
And you shall see a blackbird,
A blackbird on the tree;
All sorts of colours
Lying by his side,
Take me, dearest [——],
For to be my bride—
Will you come?
No!
Naughty old maid, she won’t come out,
She won’t come out,
To help us with our dancing—
Will you come?
Yes!
Now we’ve got the bonny lass,
Now we’ve got the bonny lass,
To help us with our dancing.
—Liphook, Hants (Miss Fowler).
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