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[Boy's name] has got her still.
He knocks at the knocker and he rings at the bell,
Please, Mrs. ------, is your daughter in ?
She's neither ways in, she's neither ways out, She's in the back parlour walking about. Out she came as white as snow, With a rose in her breast as soft as silk. Please, my dear, will 3 011 have a drop of this ? No, my dear, I'd rather have a kiss.
—Settle, Yorks. (Rev. W. G. Sykes).
V. The wind, the wind, the wind blows high, The rain comes sparkling from the sky, [A girl's name] says she'll die For a lad with a rolling eye. She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the flower of the golden city. She's got lovers one, two, three. Come, pray, and tell me who they be. [A boy's name] says he'll have her, Some one else is waiting for her. Lash the whip and away we go To see Newcastle races, oh.
—Tyrie (Rev. W. Gregor). [Another version after—
------says he'll have her,
is—
In his bosom he will clap her.]
[Another one after—
She has got lovers one, two, three, continues—
Wait till [a boy's name] grows some bigger,
He will ride her in his giggie.
Lash your whip and away you go
To see Newcastle races, O !]
—Pittulie (Rev. W. Gregor). [And another version gives—
------says she'll die
For the want of the golden eye.]
— Fochabers (Rev. W. Gregor). |
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