—Ogbourne, Wilts. (H. S. May). XV. Poor Sally is a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping, Poor Sally is a-weeping, down by the sea-side. Pray tell me what you’re weeping for, you’re weeping for, you’re weeping for, Pray tell me what you’re weeping for, down by the sea-side? I’m weeping for my sweetheart, my sweetheart, my sweetheart, I’m weeping for my sweetheart, down by the sea-side. A ring o’ roses, A pocketful of posies; Isham! Isham! We all tumble down. —Manton, Marlborough, Wilts. (H. S. May). XVI. Poor Mary is a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping, On a fine summer’s day; What is she weeping for, weeping for, weeping for? She is weeping for her lover, her lover, her lover; And who is her love, who is her lover? Johnny Baxter is her lover, Johnny Baxter is her lover; And where is her lover, where is her lover? Her lover is a-sleeping, her lover is a-sleeping, Is a-sleeping at the bottom of the sea. —South Devon (_Notes and Queries_, 8th Series, i. 249, Miss R. H. Busk). XVII. Poor Mary, what are you weeping for? You weeping for? You weeping for? Poor Mary, what are you weeping for, On a bright summer’s day? Pray tell us what you are weeping for? You are weeping for? You are weeping for? Pray tell us what you are weeping for, On a bright summer’s day. My father he is dead, sir; Is dead, sir; Is dead, sir. My father he is dead, sir, On a bright summer’s day. —Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy). XVIII. Poor Mary is a-weeping, a-weeping, a-weeping, Poor Mary is a-weeping, on a fine summer’s day. Pray tell me what you’re weeping for? &c. Because my father’s dead and gone, is dead and gone, is dead and gone; Because my father’s dead and gone, on a fine summer’s day. She is kneeling by her father’s grave, her father’s grave, her father’s grave; She is kneeling by her father’s grave, on a fine summer’s day. Stand up and choose your love, choose your love, choose your love; Stand up and choose your love, on a bright summer’s day. —(Rev. W. Gregor). XIX. Oh, what is Jennie weeping for, A-weeping for, a-weeping for? Oh, what is Jennie weeping for, All on this summer’s day? I’m weeping for my own true love, My own true love, my own true love; I’m weeping for my own true love, All on this summer’s day.