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388 WIND, THE
Annie Dinghy s very, very pretty, She is a girl of a noble city; She's the girl of one, two, three, Pray come tell me whose she'll be.
Johnny Tildersley says he loves her, All the boys are fighting for her, All the girls think nothing of her. Let the boys say what they will, Johnny Tildersley*s got her still.
He takes her by the lily-white hand
And leads her over the water, Gives her kisses one, two, three,
Mrs. Dingley's daughter! —Berrington, Eccleshall (Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 510).
III. When the wind blows high, When the wind blows high,
The rain comes peltering from the sky.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the girl in all the city.
She [He ?] comes courting one, two, three,
Pray you tell me who she be.
I love her, I love her,
All the boys are fighting for her.
Let them all say what they will,
I shall love her always still.
She pulled off her gloves to show me her ring,
To-morrow, to-morrow, the wedding bells ring.
—Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith).
IV. The wind, the wind, the wind blows high, The rain comes falling from the sky.
She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the girl of London city. She goes a courting one, two, three, Please will you tell me who is he ? [Boy's name] says he loves her. All the boys are fighting for her. Let the boys do what they will,