The game of “Cricket,” played with a bandy instead of a bat (Halliwell’s _Dictionary_). Toone mentions it as played in Norfolk (_Dict._), and Moor as played in Suffolk with bricks usually, or, in their absence, with bats in place of bails or stumps (_Suffolk Words_). Banger Each boy provides himself with a button. One of the boys lays his button on the ground, near a wall. The other boys snap their buttons in turn against the wall. If the button drops within one span or hand-reach of the button laid down, it counts two (fig. 2); if within two spans, it counts one. When it hits the button and bounces within one span, it counts four (fig. 1); within two spans, three; and above three spans, one. Each player snaps in turn for an agreed number; the first to score this number wins the game.—Deptford, Kent, and generally in London streets (Miss Chase). [Illustration: Fig. 1.] [Illustration: Fig. 2.] This game is known in America as “Spans.”—Newell, p. 188. Bar To play at “Bar,” a species of game anciently used in Scotland.—Jamieson. This game had in ancient times in England been simply denominated “Bars,” or, as in an Act of James IV., 1491, edit. 1814, p. 227: “That na induellare within burgh . . . play at bar,” “playing at Bars.” See “Prisoner’s Base.” Barbarie, King of the I. O will you surrender, O will you surrender To the King of the Barbarie? We won’t surrender, we won’t surrender To the King of the Barbarie. I’ll go and complaint, I’ll go and complaint To the King of the Barbarie. You can go and complaint, you can go and complaint To the King of the Barbarie. Good morning, young Prince, good morning, young Prince, I have a complaint for you. What is your complaint? What is your complaint? They won’t surrender, they won’t surrender To the King of the Barbarie. Take one of my brave soldiers, Take one of my brave soldiers. —Deptford, Kent (Miss Chase). II. Will you surrender, will you surrender To the King of the Barbarines? We won’t surrender, we won’t surrender To the King of the Barbarines. We’ll make you surrender, we’ll make you surrender To the King of the Barbarines. You can’t make us surrender, you can’t make us surrender To the King of the Barbarines. We’ll go to the King, we’ll go to the King, To the King of the Barbarines. You can go to the King, you can go to the King, To the King of the Barbarines. —Clapham, Surrey (Miss F. D. Richardson). III. Will you surrender, will you surrender The Tower of Barbaree? We won’t surrender, we won’t surrender The Tower of Barbaree.