Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXIII. Games.

        [The "Three Knights of Spain" is a game played in nearly the same manner as the preceding. The dramatis personæ form themselves in two parties, one representing a courtly dame and her daughters, the other the suitors of the daughters. The last party, moving backwards and forwards, with their arms entwined, approach and recede from the mother party, which is stationary, singing to a very sweet air. See Chambers' 'Popular Rhymes,' p. 66.]


Suitors.

    We are three brethren out of Spain,
    Come to court your daughter Jane.

Mother.

    My daughter Jane she is too young,
    And has not learned her mother tongue.

Suitors.

    Be she young, or be she old,
    For her beauty she must be sold.
    So fare you well, my lady gay,
    We'll call again another day.

Mother.

    Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
    And rub thy spurs till they be bright.

Suitors.

    Of my spurs take you no thought,
    For in this town they were not bought,
    So fare you well, my lady gay,
    We'll call again another day.

Mother.

    Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
    And take the fairest in your sight.

Suitor.

    The fairest maid that I can see,
    Is pretty Nancy, - come to me.

    Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
    Every pocket with a thousand pound;
    Every finger with a gay gold ring;
    Please to take your daughter in.

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    B.    Trip trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of
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                I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass,
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    A.    Take one, take one, the fairest you may see.
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIII. Games.

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    Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXVII. Games.

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    A.    Draw a pail of water,
            For my lady's daughter;
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        [A number of boys and girls stand round one in the middle, who repeats the following lines, counting the children until one is counted out by the end of the verses.]

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    As I go round (4), ring by ring (5),
    A virgin (6) goes a maying (7),
    Here's a flower (8), and there's a flower (9),
    Growing in my lady's garden (10),
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    I charge my daughters every one
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVII. Games.

        [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]

    One-ery, two-ery,
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