Carry my Lady to London. [Vol. i. p. 59.] Carry a lady to London town, London town, London town; London town’s a bonny place, It’s a’ covered o’er in gold and lace. Or— Carry a lady to London town, London town, London town; Carry a lady to London town Upon a summer’s day. Another rhyme for “Carry my Lady to London,” and played in the same way.—Galloway, N. B. (J. G. Carter). Cat and Dog Hole. [Vol. i. p. 63; “Tip-cat,” vol. ii. p. 294.] Two versions of this, differing somewhat from those given previously. (1.) Played by two players. A hole is dug in the ground, and one player with a “catch-brod” stands in a stooping attitude in front of it, about a foot and a-half away, placing one end of the “catch-brod” on the ground. The other player goes to a distance of some yards, to a fixed point called “the stance.” From here he throws a ball, intending to land it in the hole. The other player’s object is to prevent this by hitting it away with his “catch-brod.” If the bowler succeeds they change places. (2.) This also is played by two players, and in the same way, except that a stone is substituted for the hole, and the bowler’s object is to strike the stone with the ball. Sometimes it is played with three players, then running is allowed. When the ball is hit the batter tries to run to the “stance” and back, the bowler or the third player then tries to hit the “stance” with the ball while the batter is away making the run. If the third player can catch the ball before it touches the ground he tries to hit the stone with it, thus sending the batter out.—Keith (Rev. Dr. Gregor). Catch the Salmond. Two boys take each the end of a piece of rope, and give chase to a third till they contrive to get the rope round him. They then pull him hither and thither in all directions. —Banchory (Rev. Dr. Gregor). Evidently an imitation of net-fishing. Chicken come Clock. [See “Fox and Goose,” “Hen and Chicken,” vol. i. pp. 139-141, 201; vol. ii. p. 404.] The children, boys and girls, squat down and take hold of hands, going round, and saying— Chicken come clock around the rock, Looram, lorram, lumber lock. Five mile and one o’clock, Now the thief is coming. In comes Tod with his long rod, And vanishes all from victim vad. It is, it was, it must be done, Tiddlum, toddlum, twenty-one. Johnny, my dear, will you give me the loan of your spear, Till I fight for one of those Kildares, With a hickety, pickety pie. At these words one lad, who has been hiding behind a tree, runs in to catch one of the chickens. As the rhyme is finished, they all run, and the fox tries to catch one, another player, the old hen, trying to stop him, the chickens all taking hold of her by the tail. The fox has to keep on his hands and feet, and the old hen has to keep “clocking” on her “hunkers.” Some of the children substitute these words for the latter part of the above:—