VI. Rosy apples, mellow pears, Bunch of roses she shall wear; Gold and silver by her side, Tell me who shall be her bride. Take her by her lily-white hand, Lead her across the ocean; Give her a kiss, and one, two, three, Mrs. —— daughter. —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews). VII. A rosy apple, lemon, and a pear, A bunch of roses she shall wear; Gold and silver by your side, Choose the one to be your bride. Take her by her lily-white hand, Lead her to the altar; Give her a kiss by one, two, three, Mrs. —— daughter. —Cowes, I. of Wight (Miss E. Smith). VIII. Roses up, and roses down, Roses in the garden; I wadna gie ye a bunch o’ flowers For tenpence halfpenny farden. Take her by the lily-white hand, Lead her across the water; Gie her a kiss, and one, two, three, For she’s a lady’s daughter. —Berwickshire (A. M. Bell) _Antiquary_, xxx. 16. IX. Maggie Littlejohn, fresh and fair, A bunch of roses in her hair; Gold and silver by her side, I know who is her bride. Take her by the lily-white hand, Lead her over the water; Give her kisses,—one, two, three,— For she’s a lady’s daughter. Roses up, and roses down, And roses in the garden; I widna give a bunch of roses For twopence ha’penny farthing. —Rev. W. Gregor. X. Roses up, and roses down, And roses in the garden; I widna gie a bunch o’ roses For tippence ha’penny farden. So and so, fresh and fair, A bunch o’ roses she shall wear; Gold and silver by her side, Crying out, “Cheese and bride” (bread). Take her by the lily-white hand, Lead her on the water; Give her kisses,—one, two, three,— For she’s her mother’s daughter. —Fraserburgh (Rev. W. Gregor). XI. Roses up, and roses down, And roses in the garden; I wadna gie a bunch o’ roses For twopence ha’penny farthin’. ——, fresh and fair, A bunch of roses she shall wear; Gold and silver by her side, I know who’s her bride. Take her by the lily-white hand, And lead her o’er the water; And give her kisses,—one, two, three,— For she’s the princess’ daughter. —Cullen (Rev. W. Gregor).