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DOOLS—DOWN IN THE VALLEY |
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Doncaster cherries, ripe and sound ; Touch 'em or taste 'em— Down, you dogs!
—Earls Heaton, Yorkshire (H. Hardy).
This is evidently a version of ° Badger the Bear," with a different and apparently degraded formula.
Dools
A school game. The dools are places marked with stones, where the players always remain in safety—where they dare neither be caught by the hand nor struck with balls. It is only when they leave these places of refuge that those out of the doons have any chance to gain the game and get in; and leave the doons they frequently must—this is the nature of the game. Now this game seems to have been often played in reality by our ancestors about their doon-hills.—Mactaggart's G alio vidian Encyclopaedia.
Down in the Valley
I. Down in the valley where the green grass grows
Stands E------H------, she blows like a rose.
She blows, she blows, she blows so sweet.
In came F------S------and gave her a kiss.
E------made a pudding, she made it nice and sweet,
F------took a knife and fork and cut a little piece.
Taste of it, taste of it, don't say nay, For next Sunday morning is our wedding day. First we'll buy a money box, Then we'll buy a cradle; Rock, rock the bottom out, Then we'll buy another.
Bread and cheese all the week, cork on Sunday, Half a crown on Saturday night, and a jolly good dance on Monday. —Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith).
II. Down in the meadows where the green grass grows,
To see-------blow like a rose.
She blows, she blows, she blows so sweet. |
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