The same game as “Monday,” with this difference. The player who first throws the ball against the wall calls out the name of the child he wishes to catch it, saying “A—— B——, no rakes, no better ball.” If the ball goes on the ground the one called has to snatch the ball up and throw it at one of the retreating children.—Hemsby, Norfolk (Mrs. A. C. Haddon). Also sent me from Isle of Man (A. W. Moore), where it is called “Hommer-the-let.” Dan’l my Man. [“Jack’s Alive,” vol. i. p. 257.] A little slip of wood or straw is lit and blown out, and while it is red it is passed round from one to another, each man repeating as fast as he can— Dan’l, my man, If ye die in my han’, The straddle and mat is sure to go on. The man in whose hand the spark dies has to go down on his knees. A chair, or some other article, is held over him, and he has to guess what it is, the others crying out— Trum,[15] trum, what’s over your head? If he is wrong it is left on him and another article brought, and so on.—Kiltubbrid, Co. Leitrim (L. L. Duncan). [15] “Trum” is for the Irish “trom,” = heavy. Deil amo’ the Dishes, The. [“Ghost at the Well,” vol. i. p. 149.] One player acts as mother, and sends off one of the other players (her daughters) to take a message. She comes back, pretends to be frightened, and says she can’t go, as there’s something “chap, chap, chappin’.” The mother sends another daughter with her this time, telling them “It’s only your father’s breeks, drap, drap, drappin’.” These two return in the same way, saying again “There’s something chap, chap, chappin’.” Another daughter is now sent with the other two, the mother saying “Its only the ducks, quack, quack, quackin’.” They all come back again more frightened saying the same thing. Then the mother and all the others go together to see what the matter is. They come upon another player who has been sitting apart making a noise with a stone. They all cry out “The deil’s amo’ the dishes,” and there is a great chase.—Aberdeen (Rev. Dr. Gregor). Dig for Silver. Dig for silver, dig for gold, Dig for the land that I was told. As I went down by the water side I met my lad with a tartan plaid. My wee lad is a jolly sailor, And shall be for evermore. (Name of boy) took the notion To go and sail on the ocean. He took poor (name of girl) on his knee, And sailed across Kilmarnock sea. Stop your weeping, my dear ——, He’ll come back and marry you. He will buy you beads and earrings, He will buy you a diamond stone, He will buy a horse to ride on, When your true love is dead and gone. What care I for the beads and earrings, What care I for the diamond stone, What care I for the horse to ride on, When my true love is dead and gone. —Laurieston School, Kircudbrightshire (J. Lawson). Another version is—