Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe, Give it a stitch and that will do. Versions from Wakefield, Liphook, Ellesmere, and other places are practically the same as the Barnes game, but Mr. Udal gives an elaboration of the Dorsetshire game in the _Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 238. One Lancashire version (Miss Dendy) reverses the characters by making the Cobbler run round the ring, and the children requiring the shoe to be mended, call out, “Blackie, come mend my slipper.” Mrs. Harley, in another Lancashire version, gives the words sung to the tune printed as— Pass on, pass on, passy on the slipper; The best fun we ever had was passing on the slipper. Holloway (_Dict. of Provincialisms_) says this game was well known in Somerset, Hants, Sussex, but now is almost out of fashion. He describes it as being played without words. The child who has to find the shoe stands in the centre of the circle. The chief amusement arises from the one in the circle who has the slipper striking the one who stands up (the searcher) while he or she is steadily looking for it in an opposite direction. Strutt (_Sports_, p. 387) also describes this game. Hunt the Staigie A boys’ game. One is chosen to be the Staigie (little stallion). The other players scatter themselves over the playground. The Staigie locks his fingers into each other. He then repeats the words— Hunt the Staigie, Huntie, untie, staige, Ailleman, ailleman, aigie, and rushes off with his hands locked, and tries to touch one of the players. He must not unlock his hands till he has caught one. When he has captured one, the two join hands and hunt for another. When another is caught, he joins the two. This goes on till all are hunted down.—Keith (Rev. W. Gregor). [Illustration] See “Chickidy Hand,” “Whiddy.” Hunting [Music] —Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy). [Music] —Epworth (C. C. Bell). I. Oh, a-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go; We’ll catch a little fox and put him in a box, And never let him go. —Bath (Miss Large). II. Hunting we will go, brave boys, Hunting we will go; We’ll catch an old fox And put him in a box, For a-hunting we will go. Halt! shoulder arms! fire! —Horncastle, North Kelsey, Lincoln (Miss Peacock). III. O have you seen the Shah, O have you seen the Shah? He lights his pipe on a star-light night, O have you seen the Shah? For a-hunting we will go, A-hunting we will go; We’ll catch a fox and put him in a box, A-hunting we will go. —Epworth, Doncaster (C. C. Bell).