(_b_) One child sits upon a little stool. The others march round her in single file, taking hold of each other’s frocks. They say in a sing-song manner the first two lines, and the old woman answers by telling them the hour. The questions and answers are repeated until the old woman says, “It’s eleven, and you’ll be hanged at twelve.” Then the children all run off in different directions and the old woman runs after them. Whoever she catches becomes old woman, and the game is continued.—Yorkshire (Miss E. Cadman). In the version given from Halliwell there is a further dialogue, it will be seen, before the old woman chases. (_c_) The use of the Yorkshire word “beck” (“stream”) in the first variant suggests that this may be the original version from which the “Beccles” version has been adapted, a particular place being substituted for the general. The game somewhat resembles “Fox and Goose.” Old Roger is Dead [Music] —Earls Heaton (H. Hardy). [Music] —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). [Music] —Bath (A. B. Gomme). I. Old Rogers is dead and is laid in his grave, Laid in his grave, Laid in his grave; Old Rogers is dead and is laid in his grave, He, hi! laid in his grave. There grew an old apple tree over his head, Over his head, Over his head; There grew an old apple tree over his head, He, hi! over his head. The apples grew ripe, and they all fell off, They all fell off, They all fell off; The apples grew ripe, and they all fell off, He, hi! they all fell off. There came an old woman a-picking them up, Picking them up, Picking them up; There came an old woman a-picking them up, He, hi! picking them up. Old Rogers jumps up and he gives her a knock, Gives her a knock, Gives her a knock; Old Rogers jumps up and he gives her a knock, He, hi! gives her a knock. He makes the old woman go hipperty hop, Hipperty hop, Hipperty hop; He makes the old woman go hipperty hop, He, hi! hipperty hop. —Earls Heaton, Yorks. (Herbert Hardy). II. Old Roger is dead, and lies in his grave, um, ah! lies in his grave; There grew an old apple tree over his head, um, ah! over his head. The apples are ripe and ready to drop, um, ah! ready to drop; There came an old woman, picking them up. —Hanbury, Staffs. (Miss Edith Hollis).