One said it was a ship;

The other he said nay;

The third said it was a house,
With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted,

And nothing could they find
But the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon;
The other he said nay;
The third said it was a cheese,
And half o't cut away.

And all the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But a hedgehog in a bramble-bush,
And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hedgehog ;
The second he said nay;

The third it was a pin-cushion,

And the pins stuck in wrong way.

Q

UEEN ANNE, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun,

As fair as a lily, as white as a wand.

I send you three letters, and pray read one;

You must read one, if you can't read all;

So

pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.

[Children hunting bats.]

B1 Come under my hat,

bat (clap hands),

And I'll give you a slice of bacon;

And when I bake,

I'll give you a cake,

If I am not mistaken.

[At the conclusion, the captive is privately asked if he will have oranges or lemons (the two leaders of the arch having previously agreed which designation shall belong to each), and he goes behind the one he may chance to name. When all are thus divided into two parties, they conclude the game by trying to pull each other beyond a certain line.]

AY

go up and gay go down,

To ring the bells of London town.

Brickbats and tiles,

Say the bells of St. Giles'.

Halfpence and farthings,

Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Oranges and lemons,

Say the bells of St. Clement's.

Pancakes and fritters,

Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple,

Say the bells at Whitechapel.

Old Father Baldpate,

Say the slow bells at Aldgate.

You owe me ten shillings,

Say the bells at St. Helen's.

Pokers and tongs,

Say the bells at St. John's.

Kettles and pans,

Say the bells at St. Ann's.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,

And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.