A boy’s game, called in the South “Hoop or Hoop Hide.” This is a curious instance of corruption, for the name hoop is pronounced in the local manner as hooip, whence whip.—Easther’s _Almondbury Glossary_. Whishin Dance An old-fashioned dance, in which a cushion is used to kneel upon.—Dickinson’s _Cumberland Glossary_. See “Cushion Dance.” Who goes round my Stone Wall I. Who’s going round my stone wall? Nobody, only little Jacky Lingo. Pray don’t steal none of my fat sheep, Unless I take one by one, two by two, three by three, Follow me. Have you seen anything of my black sheep? Yes! I gave them a lot of bread and butter and sent them up there [pointing to left or right]. Then what have you got behind you? Only a few poor black sheep. Well! let me see. [The child immediately behind Johnny Lingo shows its foot between her feet, and on seeing it the centre child says] Here’s my black sheep. —Winterton, Anderby, Nottinghamshire (Miss M. Peacock). II. Who’s that going round my stony walk? It’s only Bobby Bingo. Have you stolen any of my sheep? Yes! I stole one last night and one the night before. —Enbourne School, Berks (Miss M. Kimber). III. Who goes round this stoney wa’? Nane but Johnnie Lingo. Tak care and no steal ony o’ my fat sheep away! Nane but ane. —Galloway (J. G. Carter). IV. Who goes round my pinfold wall? Little Johnny Ringo. Don’t steal all my fat sheep! No more I will, no more I may, Until I’ve stol’n ’em all away, Nip, Johnny Ringo. —Addy’s _Sheffield Glossary_. [Illustration] V. Who’s that walking round my sandy path? Only Jack and Jingle. Don’t you steal none of my fat geese! Yes, I will, or No, I won’t. I’ll take them one by one, and two by two, and call them Jack and Jingle. —Barnes, Surrey (A. B. Gomme). VI. Who runs round my pen pound? No one but old King Sailor. Don’t you steal all my sheep away, while I’m a wailer! Steal them all away one by one, and leave none but old King Sailor. —Raunds (_Northants Notes and Queries_, i. p. 232). VII. Who’s that walking round my walk? Only Jackie Jingle. Don’t you steal of my fat sheep; The more I will, the more I won’t, Unless I take them one by one, And that is Jackie Jingle. —Hersham, Surrey (_Folk-lore Record_, v. 85).