III. Draw, draw water, For my lady’s daughter; One in a rush, Two in a bush, Pretty my lady, pop under the bush. —Berrington and Ellesmere (_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 521). IV. Draw a bucket o’ water For a lady’s daughter; One and a hush, two and a rush, Please, young lady, come under my bush. —Fochabers (Rev. W. Gregor). V. Draw a bucket of water For a lady’s daughter; One in a bush, Two in a bush, Three in a bush, Four in a bush, And out you go. —Crockham Hill, Kent (Miss Chase). VI. Drawing a bucket of water For my lady’s daughter; Put it in a chestnut tree, And let it stay an hour. One of you rush, two may rush, Please, old woman, creep under the bush; The bush is too high, the bush is too low, Please, old woman, creep under the bush. —Hampshire (Miss Mendham). VII. Draw a pail of water For a lady’s daughter; Give a silver pin for a golden ring— Oh pray, young lady, pop under. —Northants (Rev. W. D. Sweeting). VIII. Draw a bucket of water For my lady’s daughter; One go rush, and the other go hush, Pretty young lady, bop under my bush. —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). IX. Draw a bucket of water For the farmer’s daughter; Give a gold ring and a silver watch, Pray, young lady, pop under. —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). X. Draw a bucket of water For my lady’s daughter; A guinea gold ring And a silver pin, So pray, my young lady, pop under. —Haydon (Herbert Hardy). XI. Draw a bucket of water To wash my lady’s garter; A guinea gold ring And a silver pin, Please, little girl, pop under. —Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy). XII. See-saw, a bucket of water, To wash my lady’s garter. One in a rush, and two in a bush, To see a fine lady pop under a bush. —Anderby, Lincolnshire, and Nottinghamshire near the Trent (Miss Peacock). XIII. One we go rush, Two we go push; Lady come under the corner bush. —Shepscombe, Gloucestershire (Miss Mendham). XIV. Sift the lady’s oaten meal, sift it into flour, Put it in a chest of drawers and let it lie an hour. One of my rush, Two of my rush, Please, young lady, come under my bush. My bush is too high, my bush is too low, Please, young lady, come under my bow. Stir up the dumpling, stir up the dumpling. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson).