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
Now we are married and hope we enjoy,
First a girl and then a boy,
Seven years after and seven years to come,
May young company kiss have done.
—Holywood, Co. Down (Miss C. M. Patterson).
IX. See what a pretty little girl I am!
Brought me many a bottle o’ wine!
Bottle o’ wine to make me shine!
See what a pretty little girl I am!
Upon the carpets we shall kneel,
As the grass grows in yonder field;
Stand up lightly on your feet,
And choose the one you love so sweet.
Now these two are going to die,
First a girl, and then a boy;
Seven years at afterwards, seven years ago,
And now they are parted with a kiss and a go.
—Monton, Lancashire (Miss Dendy).
X. See this pretty little maid of mine!
She’s brought me many a bottle of wine;
A bottle of wine, a good thing, too;
See what this pretty maid can do!
Down on the carpet she must kneel,
Till the grass grows on her feet;
Stand up straight upon thy feet,
Choose the very one that you love sweet.
Take her by her lily-white hand,
Lean across the water;
Give a kiss,—one, two, three,—
To Mrs. ——’s daughter.
—Suffolk (Mrs. Haddon).
XI. See what a pretty little girl I am!
They brought me many a bottle of wine—
Bottle of wine to make me shine;
See what a pretty little girl I am!
On the carpets we must kneel,
As the grass grows in yonder field;
Rise up lightly on your feet,
And kiss the one you love so sweet.
My sister’s going to get married,
My sister’s going to get married,
My sister’s going to get married,
Ee! Ii! Oh!
Open your gates as wide as high,
And let the pretty girls come by,
And let the {jolly} matrons[2] by.
{bonny}
One in a bush,
Two in a bush,
Ee! Ii! Oh!
—Colleyhurst, Manchester (Miss Dendy).
XII. On the carpet you shall kneel
Where the grass grows fresh and {green;
{clean;
Stand up, stand up on your pretty feet,
And show me the one you love so sweet.
Now Sally’s got married, we wish her good joy,
First a girl, and then a boy;
Seven years arter, a son and darter,
So, young couple, kiss together.
Or,
Seven years now, and seven to come,
Take her and kiss her and send her off home.
—Eccleshall, Staffs. (Miss Burne).
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