WE

Suitors.

E are three brethren out of Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane.

Mother.

My daughter Jane she is too young.
And has not learned her mother-tongue.

Suitors.

Be she young, or be she old,
For her beauty she must be sold
So fare you well, my lady gay,
We'll call again another day.

Mother.

Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And rub thy spurs till they be bright.

Suitors.

Of my spurs take you no thought,
For in this town they were not bought;
So fare you well, my lady gay,

We'll call again another day.

Mother.

Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And take the fairest in your sight.

Suitor.

The fairest maid that I can see,

Is pretty Nancy-come to me.

Here comes your daughter safe and sound, Every pocket with a thousand pound, Every finger with a gay gold ring.

Please to take your daughter in.

R'

IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;

It trots behind, and it ambles before,

And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.

R

IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross..
To see what Tommy can buy;

A penny white loaf, a penny white cake.
And a twopenny apple-pie.

[The following is a game played thus: A string of boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts, approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form a double arch. After the dialogue, the line passes through, and the last i caught by a sudden lowering of the arms—if possible.]

OW many miles is it to Babylon?"

How

"Threescore miles and ten."

"Can I get there by candle-light?'
"Yes, and back again!

If

You may get there by candie-light."

R'

IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To see an old lady upon a white horse, Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.

[A string of children, hand in hand, stand in a row. A child (A) stands in front of them, as leader; two other children (B and C) form an arch, each holding both the hands of the other.]

A.

RAW a pail of water
For my lady's daughter.

My father's a king, and my mother's a queen;

My two little sisters are dress'd in

green,

Stamping grass and parsley,

Marigold leaves and daisies.

One rush, two rush,

Pray thee, fine lady, come under my

bush.

(A passes by under the arch, followed by the whole string of children, the last of whom is taken captive by B and C. The verses are repeated, until all are taken.]

S

EE-SAW sacradown,

Which is the way to London town?

One foot up and the other down,

And that is the way to London town.

EE, saw, Margery Daw

SEE

Sold her bed and lay upon straw. Was not she a dirty slut,

To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!

..

LL.B.

EE, saw, Margery Daw,

Little jackey shall have a new master:

Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day, Because he can't work any faster.