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XII. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high ! We're all ladies, and we shall all die ! Excepting [naming smallest child in ring],
She can hop, and she can skip, and she can play the
organ! Oh ! for shame, fie, for shame, Turn your back upon our game.
—Enbourne School, Berks. (Miss M. Kimber).
XIII. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high! We are all pretty maidens, we all have to die! Except------, she's the youngest girl,
Ah ! for shame, ah ! for shame,
Turn your back to us again.
I'll wash you in milk,
I'll dress you in silk,
I'll write down your name,
With a gold pen and ink.
—Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy).
XIV. Oh flower, oh flower, growing up so high ! We are all children, we have all to die!
Except------, she the youngest gay,
Oh ! for shame, fie, for shame, Turn your back against the wall.
—Beddgelert (Mrs. Williams).
XV. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high ! We are all little, and we've got to die!
Excepting------, and she's the only one,
Oh ! for shame, fie, for shame, Turn your back to the wall again.
—Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith).
XVI. Little Molly white-flower, we are all maidens, And we shall all die, except Polly Pegg, She's the best of all, She can hop, and she can skip, and she can turn the
candlestick! Oh ! fie, for shame, Turn your back to the wall.
—Hanbury, Staffordshire (Miss Edith Hollis). |
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