Alice made a pudding, She made it nice and sweet, Up came Charley, cut a slice off— A slice, a slice, we don’t say No; The next Monday morning the wedding goes (or “is our wedding day”). I’ve got knives and forks, I’ve got plates and dishes, I’ve got a nice young man, He breaks his heart with kisses. If poor Alice was to die, Wouldn’t poor Charley, he _would_ cry. He would follow to the grave With black buttons and black crape, And a guinea for the church, And the bell shall ring. Up came the doctor, up came the cat, Up came the devil with a white straw hat. Down went the doctor, down went the cat, Down went the devil with a white straw hat.[1] —Deptford (Miss Chase). III. Up the heathery mountains and down the rushy glen We dare not go a-hunting for Connor and his men; They are all lusty bachelors but one I know, And that’s [Tom Mulligan], the flower of the flock; He is the flower of the flock, he is the keeper of the glen, He courted [Kate O’Neill] before he was a man; He huggled her, he guggled her, he took her on his knee, Saying, My bonnie [Kate O’Neill], won’t you marry me? So —— made a pudding so nice and so sweet, Saying, Taste, love, taste, and don’t say no, For next Sunday morning to church we will go. With rings on our fingers and bells on our toes, And a little baby in her arms, and that’s the way she goes. And here’s a clap, and here’s a clap, for Mrs. ——’s daughter. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). IV. Up the plain and down the plain, As stippy [slippery] as a glass, We will go to Mrs. —— To find a pretty lass. [Annie] with her rosy cheeks, Catch her if you can, And if you cannot catch her I’ll tell you who’s the man. [Annie] made a pudding, She made it very sweet; She daren’t stick a knife in Till George came home at neet [night]. Taste [George], taste, and don’t say Nay! Perhaps to-morrow morning’ll be our wedding day. [The bells shall ring, and we shall sing, And all clap hands together.][2] —Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy).