The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 2 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes, and Methods of Playing etc.Gomme, Alice Bertha
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The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 2 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes, and Methods of Playing etc.
Gomme, Alice Bertha
Folklore -- Great Britain; Games -- Great Britain
XLII. Little Polly Sanders sits on the sand,
Weeping and crying for her young man;
Rise up, Polly, wipe your tears,
Pick the one you love so sweet.
Now Polly’s got married, we hope she’ll have joy,
For ever and ever a girl or a boy.
If one won’t do, she must have two,
So I pray you, young damsels, to kiss two and two.
—Liverpool (C. C. Bell).
XLIII. Here sits poor Sally on the ground,
Sighing and sobbing for her young man.
Arise, Sally, rise, and wipe your weeping eyes,
And turn to the east, and turn to the west,
And show the little boys that you love best.
A bogie in, a bogie out,
A bogie in the garden,
I wouldn’t part with my young man
For fourpence ha’penny farthing.
—Long Eaton, Nottingham (Miss Youngman).
[In London the above is:]—
XLIV. A beau in front and a beau behind,
And a bogie in the garden oh!
I wouldn’t part with my sweetheart
For tuppence (two) ha’penny farthing.
—London (Mrs. Merck).
XLV. Sally Walker, Sally Walker,
Come spring time and love,
She’s lamenting, she’s lamenting,
All for her young man.
Come choose to the east, come choose to the west,
Come choose the one that you love best.
Here’s a couple got married together,
Father and mother they must agree,
Love each other like sister and brother,
I pray this couple to kiss together.
—Morpeth (Henderson’s _Folk-lore of Northern Counties_, p. 26).
XLVI. Rise, Sally Walker, rise if you can,
Rise, Sally Walker, and choose your good man,
Choose to the east, and choose to the west,
And choose the very one you love best.
Now they’re married, wish them joy,
First a girl, and then a boy,
Seven years after, seven years to come,
Now’s the time to kiss and be done.
—Gainford, Durham (Miss A. Edleston).
XLVII. Little Alexander sitting on the sand,
Weeping and crying for a young man;
Rise up, Sally, and wipe your tears,
Pick the very one that you like best.
Now, Sally, now married, I hope she’ll (or you’ll) enjoy,
For ever and ever with that little boy
(or with her or your young boy).
—Beddgelert, Wales (Mrs. Williams).
XLVIII. Rice, Sally Water, rice if you can,
Rice, Sally Water, and choose your young man;
Choose to the east, choose to the west,
Choose to the prettiest that you love.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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