I. Down in the valley where the green grass grows Stands E—— H——, she blows like a rose. She blows, she blows, she blows so sweet. In came F—— S—— and gave her a kiss. E—— made a pudding, she made it nice and sweet, F—— took a knife and fork and cut a little piece. Taste of it, taste of it, don’t say nay, For next Sunday morning is our wedding day. First we’ll buy a money box, Then we’ll buy a cradle; Rock, rock the bottom out, Then we’ll buy another. Bread and cheese all the week, cork on Sunday, Half a crown on Saturday night, and a jolly good dance on Monday. —Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith). II. Down in the meadows where the green grass grows, To see —— blow like a rose. She blows, she blows, she blows so sweet. Go out, ——; who shall he be? —— made a pudding, She made it so sweet, And never stuck a knife in Till —— came to eat. Taste, love, taste, love, don’t say nay, For next Monday morning is your wedding day. He bought her a gown and a guinea gold ring, And a fine cocked hat to be married in. —West Haddon, Northamptonshire; Long Itchington, Warwickshire (_Northants Notes and Queries_, ii. 105). III. Down in the valley the violets grow. Dear little ——, she blows like a rose. She blows, she blows, she blows so sweet. Come along in. Buy a shawl, buy a new black shawl, A bonnet trimmed with white and a new parasol. Oh dear, oh dear, what can I do, For next Monday morning is my wedding due. —Shipley, Horsham; _Notes and Queries_, 8th series, i. 210 (Miss Busk). (_b_) The children form a ring by joining hands, one child standing in the centre. They dance round. At the mention of the second name one from the ring goes into the centre. The two kiss at the end of the verse, and the first child takes the place in the ring, and the game begins again. See “All the Boys,” “Oliver, Oliver, follow the King.” Drab and Norr A game similar to “Trippit and Coit.”—Halliwell’s _Dict._ Draw a Pail of Water [Music] —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). I. Draw a pail of water For my lady’s daughter; My father’s a king and my mother’s a queen, My two little sisters are dressed in green, Stamping grass and parsley, Marigold leaves and daisies. One rush, two rush, Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush. —Halliwell’s _Nursery Rhymes_, Games, cclxxxvii. II. Draw a pail of water, Send a lady a daughter; One o’ my rush, two o’ my rush, Please, young lady, creep under the briar bush. —Liphook, Hants (Miss Fowler).