(_c_) This is a well-known game. It is also called “Buffy Gruffy,” or “Indian Buff.” The Dorsetshire version in _Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 238, 239, is the same as the Shropshire version. Halliwell (_Nursery Rhymes_, cclxxxii.) gives a slight variant. It is also given by Mr. Addy in his _Sheffield Glossary_, the words being the same except the last two lines, which run— But shows his face with a comely grace, And leaves his staff at the very next place. Buk-hid This seems to be an old name for some game, probably “Blindman’s Buff,” Sw. “Blind-bock,” q. “bock” and “hufwud head” (having the head resembling a goat). The sense, however, would agree better with “Bo-peep” or “Hide and Seek.”—Jamieson. Bull in the Park One child places himself in the centre of a circle of others. He then asks each of the circle in turn, “Where’s the key of the park?” and is answered by every one, except the last, “Ask the next-door neighbour.” The last one answers, “Get out the way you came in.” The centre one then makes a dash at the hands of some of the circle, and continues to do so until he breaks through, when all the others chase him. Whoever catches him is then Bull.—Liphook, Hants (Miss Fowler). “The Bull in the Barn” is apparently the same game. The players form a ring; one player in the middle called the Bull, one outside called the King. Bull: “Where is the key of the barn-door?” Chorus: “Go to the next-door neighbour.” King: “She left the key in the church-door.” Bull: “Steel or iron?” He then forces his way out of the ring, and whoever catches him becomes Bull.—Berrington (Burne’s _Shropshire Folk-lore_, pp. 519, 520). Another version is that the child in the centre, whilst the others danced around him in a circle, saying, “Pig in the middle and can’t get out,” replies, “I’ve lost my key but I will get out,” and throws the whole weight of his body suddenly on the clasped hands of a couple, to try and unlock them. When he had succeeded he changed the words to, “I’ve broken your locks, and I have got out.” One of the pair whose hands he had opened took his place, and he joined the ring.—Cornwall (_Folk-lore Journal_, v. 50). (_b_) Mr. S. O. Addy says the following lines are said or sung in a game called “T’ Bull’s i’ t’ Barn,” but he does not know how it is played:— As I was going o’er misty moor I spied three cats at a mill-door; One was white and one was black, And one was like my granny’s cat. I hopped o’er t’ style and broke my heel, I flew to Ireland very weel, Spied an old woman sat by t’ fire, Sowing silk, jinking keys; Cat’s i’ t’ cream-pot up to t’ knees, Hen’s i’ t’ hurdle crowing for day, Cock’s i’ t’ barn threshing corn, I ne’er saw the like sin’ I was born. Bulliheisle