The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 2 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes, and Methods of Playing etc.Gomme, Alice Bertha
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The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 2 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes, and Methods of Playing etc.
Gomme, Alice Bertha
Folklore -- Great Britain; Games -- Great Britain
So now stand up and choose the one,
And choose the one, and choose the one;
So now stand up and choose the one,
On a cold and sunshine day.
—Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire (Miss Matthews).
XI. Poor Mary sits a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping,
Poor Mary sits a-weeping, on a bright summer’s day.
Pray what are you a-weeping for, a-weeping for, a-weeping
for,
Pray what are you a-weeping for on a bright summer’s day?
She’s weeping for a lover, a lover, a lover,
She’s weeping for a lover, this bright summer’s day.
Rise up and choose your lover, your lover, your lover,
Rise up and choose your lover, this bright summer’s day.
Now Mary she is married, is married, is married,
Now Mary she is married this bright summer’s day.
—Enborne School, Newbury, Berks. (Miss M. Kimber).
XII. Poor Sarah’s a-weeping,
A-weeping, a-weeping;
Oh, what is she a-weeping for,
A-weeping for, a-weeping for?
I’m weeping for a sweetheart,
A sweetheart, a sweetheart;
I’m weeping for a sweetheart
This bright summer day.
Oh, she shall have a sweetheart,
A sweetheart, a sweetheart;
Oh, she shall have a sweetheart
This bright summer day.
Go to church, loves,
Go to church, loves.
Say your prayers, loves,
Say your prayers, loves.
Kiss your lovers,
Kiss your lovers;
Rise up and choose your love.
—Liphook, Hants. (Miss Fowler).
XIII. Poor Mary sits weeping, weeping, weeping,
Poor Mary sits weeping on a bright summer’s day;
On the carpet she must kneel till the grass grows on the
field.
Stand up straight upon your feet,
And show me the one you love so sweet.
Now you’re married, I wish you joy;
First a girl, and second a boy;
If one don’t kiss, the other must,
So kiss, kiss, kiss.
—Cambridge (Mrs. Haddon).
XIV. Poor Mary is a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping,
Poor Mary is a-weeping on a bright summer’s day;
Pray what is she a-weeping for, a-weeping for, a-weeping
for,
Pray what is she a-weeping for, on a bright summer’s day?
I’m weeping for my true love, my true love, my true love,
I’m weeping for my true love, on a bright summer’s day.
Stand up and choose your true love, your true love, your
true love,
Stand up and choose your true love, on a bright summer’s
day.
Ring a ring o’ roses, o’ roses, o’ roses,
Ring a ring o’ roses; a pocketful of posies.
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