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VIII. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high,
We are all living, and we shall all die.
Except the youngest here [naming her].
Turn your back to overshed. (?) (This last line is repeated three times.)
—Symondsbury, Dorset (Folk-lore Jonr?ial, vii. 215).
IX. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high ! We shall all be maidens, [and so] we shall all die! * Excepting Alice Gittins, she is the youngest flower, She can hop, and she can skip, and she can play the
hour! Three and four, and four and five, Turn your back to the wall-side! Or,
She can dance and she can sing,
She can play on the tambourine!
Fie, fie ! fie, for shame !
Turn your back upon the game!
—Ellesmere, Berrington, Wenlock (Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 513).
X. Willie, willie wall-flowers, growing up so high ! We are all fair maids, we shall all die!
Excepting little------, and she's the youngest here,
Turn your head towards the south, and she's the one
to bear,
The willie, willie wallflowers. Or,
Oh ! for shame, fie, for shame, turn yourself to the wall
again— —Sprole, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
XL Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high ! We are all ladies, we must all die!
Excepting------, who is the prettiest child.
Fie, for shame, fie, for shame, turn your back to the wall again.
—Nottinghamshire and Lincolnshire (Miss Winfield)
* At Wenlock they add to the chorus :
O Alice ! your true love will send you a letter to turn round your head ! And she can turn the handlestick. |
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