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
III. Here’s three sweeps, three by three,
And down by the door they bend their knee;
Oh! shall we have lodgings here, oh, here?
Oh! shall we have lodgings here?
Sleep, dear daughter, do not wake,
For here’s three sweeps coming to take;
Lodgings here they shall not have,
So sleep, dear daughter, sleep.
Here’s three bakers, three by three,
And down by the door they bend their knee;
Oh! shall we have lodgings here, oh, here?
Oh! shall we have lodgings here?
Sleep, dear daughter, do not wake, &c. (as above).
Here’s three kings, three by three, &c. (as above).
Wake, dear daughter, do not sleep,
For here’s three kings coming to take;
Lodgings here they all may have,
So wake, dear daughter, wake.
Here’s my daughter, safe and sound,
And on her finger a guinea gold ring,
And in her pocket a thousand pounds,
So she is fit to marry a king.
Here’s your daughter, safe and sound,
And on her finger no guinea gold ring,
And in her pocket no thousand pounds,
So she’s not fit to marry a king.
—Aberdeen Training College (Rev. W. Gregor).
IV. Here come three tailors, three by three,
To court your daughter, fair and fair;
Have you got a lodger here, oh, here?
Have you got a lodger here?
Sleep, daughter, sleep, sleep,
Here come three tailors we can’t take;
We haven’t got a lodger here, oh, here,
We haven’t got a lodger here.
[The verses are repeated for “sailors,” “blacksmiths,” &c., and then
“kings,” and ends in the same way as the preceding version.]
—Swaffham, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
V. Here come three sailors, three by three,
A courting your daughter, Caroline Mee;
[Some would sing it “Because your daughter”]
Can we have a lodging here to-night?
Sleep, daughter, do not wake,
Here’s three sailors we can’t take;
You cannot have a lodging here to-night.
Here come three soldiers, three by three,
A courting your daughter, Caroline Mee;
Can we have a lodging here to-night?
Sleep, daughter, do not wake,
Here’s three soldiers we can’t take;
You cannot have a lodging here to-night.
[This is repeated for “kings,” and the game ends as in the previous
versions. “Three” hundred pounds being substituted for “five.”]
—Deptford, Kent (Miss Chase).
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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