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Sprinkle, sprinkle, daughter, and you shall have a
man; I cannot sprinkle, mother, but I'll do the best I can. Pick and choose, but don't you pick me; Pick the fairest you can see.
The fairest one that I can see is------. Come to me.
Now you're married I wish you much joy; Your father and mother you must obey; Seven long years a girl and a boy; So hush, a bush, bush, get out of the way.
—Buckingham (Thos. Baker in Midland Game?', New Series, ii. 31).
XXIV. Little Sally Walker sitting in a sigh,
Weeping and waiting for a young man. Come choose you east, come choose you west, The very one that you love best.
—Nairn (Rev. W. Gregor).
XXV. Little Sally Walker sitting on the sand, Crying and weeping for a young man. Rise, Sally, rise, Sally, wipe away your tears, Try for the east, and try for the west, Try for the (little) very one you love best.
Now they're married I wish them joy, Every year a girl and boy, Loving each other like sister and brother, I hope to see them meet again.
—Fraserburgh (Rev. W. Gregor).
XXVI. Little Sally Sander Sitting in the sander, Weeping and crying for her young man. Rise, Sally, rise And wipe away your tears; Choose to the east, Choose to the west, And choose to the very one that you love best. |
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