The more we turn the better we are, For we’ve got the ball between us. —North Kelsey, Lincolnshire (Miss M. Peacock). VIII. Lady Queen Anne she sits on a stand [sedan], She is fair as a lily, she is white as a swan; A pair of green gloves all over her hand, She is the fairest lady in all the land. Come taste my lily, come smell my rose, Which of my babes do you choose? I choose not one, but I choose them all, So please, Miss Nell, give up the ball. The ball is ours, it is not yours, We will go to the woods and gather flowers; We will get pins to pin our clothes, You will get nails to nail your toes. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). IX. Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun, As fair as a lily, as brown as a bun; We’ve brought you three letters, pray can you read one? I can’t read one without I read all, So pray —— deliver the ball. You old gipsy, sit in the sun, And we fair ladies go and come; The ball is mine, and none o’ thine, And so good-morning, Valentine. —Swaffham. Norfolk (Miss Matthews). X. Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun, As fair as a lily, as brown as a bun. Turn, fair ladies, turn. We bring you three letters, and pray you read one. I cannot read one without I read all, So please (    ) give up the ball. [If the wrong guess is made the girls say—] The ball is ours, and none of yours, And we’ve the right to keep it. [If the right child is named, they say—] The ball is yours, and is not ours, And you’ve the right to take it. [Some of the children said this rhyme should be—] The ball is ours, and none of yours, So you, black gipsies, sit in the sun, While we the fair ladies go as we come. —London (A. B. Gomme). XI. Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun, As fair as a lily, as white as a swan; I bring you three letters, so pray you choose one, I cannot read one without I read all, So pray —— give up the ball. [If the wrong girl is asked, they say—] The ball is ours, it is not yours, And we’ve the right to keep it. [When the right one is guessed—] The ball is yours, it is not ours, And you’ve the right to keep it. —Barnes, Surrey (A. B. Gomme). XII. The lady Queen Anne she sat in a tan (sedan), As fair as a lily, as white as a swan; The Queen of Morocco she sent you a letter, So please to read one. I won’t read one except them all, So please, Miss ——, deliver the ball. —Hersham, Surrey (_Folk-lore Record_, v. 87).