The Traditional Children's Games of England Scotland
& Ireland In Dictionary Form - Volume 2

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Shropshire to have certainly originated from the old Border warfare. She also considers that the bread and wine, barrels of ale, &c, are indications of attempts made to bribe the beleagured garrison and their willingness to accept it; but I think it more probably refers to the fact that some food, cattle, and goods were oftentime given to the raiders by the owners of the lands as blackmail, to prevent the carrying off of all their property, and to avoid fighting if possible. It will be noticed that fighting ensues as the result of a sufficient quan­tity of food and drink being refused. Scott alludes to the practice of blackmail, having to be paid to a Highland leader in Waverley, in the raid upon the cattle of the baron of Bradwardine (see chap. xv.). The farms were scattered, and before the defenders could combine to offer resistance, cattle and goods would be carried off, and the ground laid waste, if resistance were offered.
The tune of the Northants game (Rev. W. Sweeting) and Hants (H. S. May) are so nearly like the Bath tune that it seemed unnecessary to print them. The tune of the Surrey game is that of " Nuts in May." The words of the JBath version collected by me are nearly identical with the Shrop­shire, except that " We are the Romans" is said instead ot "We are the Rovers." They are not therefore printed here, but I have used this version in my Children s Singing Games, series I., illustrated. The tune of the Hants version (H. S. May) is similar to that of Wrotham, Kent (Miss D. Kimball).
Weary
Weary, weary, I'm waiting on you,
I can wait no longer on you; Three times I've whistled on you— Lovey, are you coming out ?
I'll tell mamma when I go home, The boys won't let my curls alone ; They tore my hair, and broke my comb— And that's the way all boys get on.
—Aberdeen Training College (Rev. W. Gregor).
The girls stand in a row, and one goes backwards and for-







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