Now you are married, I wish you good joy, First a girl and then a boy; Seven years now, and seven to come, Take her and kiss her, and send her off home. —_Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 509. XVI. Sally, Sally Water (or Slauter), Come sprinkle in your can, Why do you get married To a foolish young man? Pick the worst, and pick the best, And pick the one that you love best. . . . . . To a nice young man . . . . . So kiss and say good-bye. [My informant forgets the rest.] —Nottinghamshire (Miss M. Peacock). XVII. Sally Water, Sally Water, Come sprinkle your can, Why don’t you rise, Sally, And choose a young man? Come choose of the wisest, Come choose of the best, Come choose of the young man That lies in your breast. —Gloucestershire and Warwickshire (Northall, 378). XVIII. Sally Water, Sally Water, Come, sprinkle your can; Who do you lie mourning, All for a young man? Come, choose of the wisest, Come, choose of the best, Come, choose of the young men The one you love best. —Addy’s _Sheffield Glossary_. XIX. Sally, Sally Salter, Sprinkle in some water; Knock it in a mortar, And send it in a silver saucer To —— —— door. —Stixwould, Lincolnshire, seventy years ago (Miss M. Peacock). XX. Sally Water, Sally Water, Springin’ in a pan; Cry, Sally, cry, Sally, For a young man; Choose for the worst ’un, Choose for the best ’un, Choose the little gell ’at you love the best. Now you’re married I wish you joy; First a girl, and then a boy; Seven years after Son and daughter. Pray, young couple, come kiss together. —Wakefield, Yorkshire (Miss Fowler). XXI. Sally, Sally Water, Come, water your can, Such a young lady before a young man; Rise, Sally Water, Don’t look so sad, For you shall have a husband, good or bad. Now you’re married we wish you joy; Father and mother, you need not cry; Kiss and kiss each other again; Now we’re happy, let’s part again. —Long Itchington, Warwickshire (_Northamptonshire Notes and Queries_, ii. 105).