A LANCASHIRE ROUND GAME.
Two rows of lassies and lads face each other; the boys, hand in hand, move backwards and forwards towards the girls, saying—
"I've got gold, and I've got silver,
I've got copper, and I've got brass,
I've got all the world can give me,
All I want is a nice young lass."
"Fly to the east, fly to the west,
Fly to the one you love the best."
In the scramble which takes place the young lass of each one's choice is seized. A ring is formed, and a rollicking dance takes places to the characteristic chorus of—
"Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, I do;
Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, dey."