Oliver, Oliver, follow the King! Oliver, Oliver, last in the ring! _Jim Burguin_ wants a wife, and a wife he shall have, _Nelly_ he kissed at the back-cellar door, _Nelly_ made a pudding, she made it over sweet, She never stuck a knife in till he came home at night, So next Monday morning is our wedding-day, The bells they shall ring, and the music shall play! Oliver, Oliver, follow the King! (_da capo_). —Berrington (Burne’s _Shropshire Folk-lore_, p. 508). (_b_) The children form a ring and move round, singing the first two lines. Then they curtsey, or “douk down,” all together; the one who is last has to tell her sweetheart’s name. The other lines are then sung and the game is continued. The children’s names are mentioned as each one names his or her sweetheart. This is apparently the game of which “All the Boys,” “Down in the Valley,” and “Mary Mixed a Pudding up,” are also portions. One Catch-all The words “Cowardy, cowardy custard” are repeated by children playing at this game when they advance towards the one who is selected to catch them, and dare or provoke her to capture them. Ray, _Localisms_, gives Costard, the head; a kind of opprobrious word used by way of contempt. Bailey gives Costead-head, a blockhead; thus elucidating this exclamation which may be interpreted, “You cowardly blockhead, catch me if you dare” (Baker’s _Northamptonshire Glossary_). The words used were, as far as I remember, Cowardy, cowardy custard, eat your father’s mustard, Catch me if you can. To compel a person to “eat” something disagreeable is a well-known form of expressing contempt. The rhyme was supposed to be very efficacious in rousing an indifferent or lazy player when playing “touch” (A. B. Gomme). Oranges and Lemons [Music] An older and more general version of the last five bars (the tail piece) is as follows:— [Music] —London (A. B. Gomme). [Music] —Yorkshire (H. Hardy). [Music] —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). I. Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement’s; You owe me five farthings, Say the bells of St. Martin’s; When will you pay me, Say the bells of Old Bailey; When I grow rich, Say the bells of Shoreditch; When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney; I’m sure I don’t know, Says the Great Bell of Bow. Here comes a light to light you to bed; Here comes a chopper to chop off your head; The last, last, last, last man’s head. —London (A. B. Gomme).