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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

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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.

Name: The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland (Vol 2 of 2): With Tunes, Singing-Rhymes, and Methods of Playing etc.
Author: Gomme, Alice Bertha

Gomme, Alice Bertha

Folklore -- Great Britain; Games -- Great Britain

IX.     Oats and beans, barley and groats,
            Oats and beans, barley and groats;
            You, nor I, nor anybody knows
            How oats and beans and barley grows.
            Thus the farmer sows his seed,
            Thus he stands and takes his feed,
            Stamps his foot and claps his hand,
            And turns around to view the land.
            Waiting for a partner, waiting for a partner.
            Slip the ring, and take one in,
            And kiss her when you get her in;
            Now that you’re married you must agree,
            You must be kind to all you see;
            You must be kind, you must be good,
            And help your man [wife] to chop the wood.

—Isle of Man (A. W. Moore).

    X.      Wuts and beäns and barley graws,
            As you and I and every one knaws.

            .       .       .       .       .

                  Waätin’ for a pardner.

            Fust the farmer saws his seäds,
            Then he stands and taäke his eäse,
            Stomps his feät and clops his hands,
            And turns him round to view his lands.
                  Waätin’ for a pardner.

            Now you’re married you must obaäy;
            Must be trewe to all you saäy;
            Must be kind and must be good,
            And help your wife to chop the wood.
                  Waätin’ for a pardner.

—Spilsby, N. Lincs. (Rev. R. Cracroft).

    XI.     Oats and beans and barley corn,
            Oats and beans and barley corn;
            You and I and nobody else,
            But oats and beans and barley corn.
            As the farmer sows his seed,
            As he stands to take us in,
            Stamps his feet and claps his hands,
            Turns around to field and lands.
            Waiting for a partner,
            Waiting for a partner,
            Open the gate and let her come out,
            And see the one you love the best.

              Now we’re merry and wish you joy,
              First the girl, and then the boy,
              Seven years after, seven years past,
              Kiss one another and go to your class.

—Hampshire (Miss Mendham).

    XII.    Where the wheat and barley grows,
            You and I and nobody knows,
            Where the wheat and barley grows,
            You and I and nobody knows.
            As the farmer sows his seed,
            As he stands and takes his ease,
            Stamps his foot and claps his hand,
            Turns around to view the land.
            Waiting for a partner,
            Waiting for a partner.
            Open the ring, take her in,
            Kiss her when you get her in.
            Now you’re married you must be good,
            To make your husband chop the wood.

—Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith).

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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.

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