Two children join hands, by crossing their arms, so as to form a seat. A third mounts on the crossed arms, and clasps the carriers round their necks, while they move on saying— King, King Cairy (carry) London lairy, Milk an bread, In the King’s chairie. This game is played at Keith, without the words. The words are used at Fochabers.—Rev. W. Gregor. Jamieson says, “Lothian children, while carrying one of their number in this manner, repeat the following rhyme— Lend me a pin to stick i’ my thumb, To carry the lady to London town.” He says this method of carrying is often used as a substitute for a chair in conveying adult persons from one place to another, especially when infirm. In other counties it is called “Queen’s Cushion” and “Queen’s Chair,” also “Cat’s Carriage.” Brockett (_North Country Words_) says, “‘King’s Cushion,’ a sort of seat made by two persons crossing their hands, in which to place a third. The thrones on the reverses of the early Royal Seals of England and Scotland consist of swords, spears, snakes, &c., placed in the manner of a ‘King’s Cushion.’” The method used is for both children to grasp the wrist of his left hand with the right, while he lays hold of the right wrist of his companion with his left hand. This way of hoisting or carrying is still used by schoolboys when they desire to honour a boy who has distinguished himself in the playground or schoolroom. See “Carry my Lady to London.” Kirk the Gussie A sort of play. The Gussie is a large ball, which one party endeavours to beat with clubs into a hole, while another party strives to drive it away. When the ball is lodged in the hole it is said to be “Kirkit.”—Jamieson. Kiss in the Ring [Music] —Nottingham (Miss Youngman). [Music] —Lancashire (Mrs. Harley). [Music] —Earls Heaton, Yorks. (H. Hardy). I. I sent a letter to my love, And on the way I dropped it; And one of you have picked it up And put it in your pocket. —Dorsetshire (_Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 213); Penzance (Mrs. Mabbott). II. I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way I lost it. Some one has picked it up. Not you, not you (&c.), but you! —Much Wenlock (_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 512). III. I lost my supper last night, and the night before, And if I lose it this night, I shall never have it no more. —Berrington (_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 512). IV. I’ve come to borrow the riddle (= sieve), There’s a big hole in the middle. I’ve come to borrow the hatchet, Come after me and catch it. —Chirbury (_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 512). V. Down by the greenwood, down by the greenwood, Down by the greenwood tree, One can follow, one can follow, One can follow me.