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Three times round, and then we fall, Then we fall, then we fall, Three times round, and then we fall, In a cold and frosty morning.
—Nairn (Rev. Dr. Gregor).
Another similar version from N. Scotland, locality not known.
Round about the jingo-ring, &c. Round about the jingo-ring, &c. First time is catching time, &c, round, &c. A fine gold ring to tell her name, &c.
(--------------) is her name, &c.
Third time is kissing time, &c, round, &c.
—London (A. B. Gomme), from Scotch source.
Milking Pails. [Vol. i. pp. 376-388.]
A version sent me by Mr. M. L. Rouse, Blackheath, is similar to those previously printed, varying only at the end. After the "wash in the river," and "the stream will carry the clothes away," the children say, " Men, you may run after them." Hereupon they all run off, but the mother does not chase them. They return, and a dialogue ensues similar to a part of " Mother, may I go out to play," follows between the mother and children:—
"Where have you been all day ? "
" Working for Jack, or aunt."
" What did he give you ? "
" A piece of plum-pudding as big as a flea, or a piece of bread as big as a house, and a piece of cheese as big as a mouse."
The children then run off again, come quickly back with the news that they had seen a large bull in the meadow.
"Where's the butcher?"
"Behind the stable door cracking nuts, and you may have the shells." The mother then chases the children, beating all she can catch.
My Delight's in Tansies. [See "Sunday Night," vol. ii. p. 221.] All the girls stand in a line except one who stands in front |
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