Mr. Newell (p. 72) gives versions of this game which are fuller and more complete than those given here. He thinks it bears traces of ancient origin, and may be the last echo of a mediæval song, in which an imprisoned knight is saved from approaching death by the daughter of the king, or soldan, who keeps him in confinement. Up the Streets [Music] —Liverpool (C. C. Bell). I. Up the streets and down the streets, The windows made of glass; Is not [naming one of the children] a nice young lass? She can dance, she can sing, She can show her wedding-ring. Fie, for shame! fie, for shame! Turn your back behind you. —Liverpool (C. C. Bell). II. Up streets, down streets, Windows made of glass; Isn’t “Jenny Jenkins” a handsome young lass? Isn’t “Johnny Johnson” as handsome as she? They shall be married, When they can agree. —Monton, Lancashire, Colleyhurst, Manchester (Miss Dendy). III. Up street and down street, Each window’s made of glass; If you go to Tommy Tickler’s house You’ll find a pretty lass. —Halliwell’s _Nursery Rhymes_, cccclxxx. (_b_) In the Liverpool version the children stand in a ring and sing the words. At “Fie, for shame,” the child named ceases to sing, and the others address her particularly. When the verse is ended she turns her back to the inside of the ring. All do this in turn. The Monton game is played the same as “kiss-in-the-ring” games. (_c_) Northall (_English Popular Rhymes_, p. 549), gives a version almost the same as the Monton version. He also quotes some verses from a paper by Miss Tennant in the _English Illustrated Magazine_, June 1885, which she gives as a song of the slums of London. In _Gammer Gurton’s Garland_ (1783, reprint 1810, p. 34), is a verse which is the same as Halliwell’s, with two additional lines— Hug her, and kiss her, and take her on your knee, And whisper very close, Darling girl, do you love me? Wadds and the Wears (1) Mactaggart, in describing this, says it is one of the most celebrated amusements of the Ingle ring. To begin it, one in the ring speaks as follows:— I hae been awa at the wadds and the wears These seven lang years; And come hame a puir broken ploughman, What will ye gie me to help me to my trade?