—Berrington, Oswestry (_Shropshire Folk-lore_ p. 510). III. Around the green gravel the grass is so green, All the pretty fair maids are plain to be seen; Wash them in milk, and clothe them in silk, Write their names down with a gold pen and ink. All but Miss “Jenny,” her sweetheart is dead; She’s left off her wedding to turn back her head. O mother, O mother, do you think it is true? O yes, child! O yes, child! Then what shall I do? We’ll wash you in milk, and dress you in silk, And write down your name with a gold pen and ink. —Derbyshire and Worcestershire (Mrs. Harley). IV. Green gravel, green gravel, The grass is so green, Such beautiful flowers As never were seen. O Annie [or any name], O Annie, Your sweetheart is dead! He has sent you a letter To turn back your head. —Earls Heaton, Yorkshire (H. Hardy). V. Green gravel, green gravel, The grass is so green, The fairest young damsels As ever were seen. O ——, O ——, your true love is dead; He sent you a letter To turn round your head. Green gravel, green gravel, The grass is so green, The dismalest damsels As ever were seen. O ——, O ——, your true love’s not dead; He sends you a letter To turn back your head. —Lincoln, Winterton, and Wakefield (Miss Fowler and Miss Peacock). VI. Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green, The fairest young lady [damsel] that ever was seen. O ——, O ——, your true love is dead; He’s sent you a letter to turn round your head. —Redhill, Surrey (Miss G. Hope); Lancashire (Mrs. Harley). VII. Green meadows, green meadows, your grass is so green, The fairest young damsel that ever was seen; O Mary, O Mary, your sweetheart is dead; We’ve sent you a letter to turn back your head. _Or_, Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green, and following on as above. —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). VIII. Green grover, green grover, your grass is so green, The prettiest young lady that ever was seen. O ——, O ——, your true love is dead; I send you this letter, so turn round your head. —Gainford, Durham (Miss Eddleston). IX. Green gravels, green gravels, The grass is so green, And all the pretty maidens Are not to be seen, Except —— (said twice), And she’s not [?] to be seen, So I send you a letter to turn round your head. —Hampshire (Miss E. Mendham).