CCCXXI.
[Two of the strongest children are selected, a and b; a stands within a ring of the children, b being outside.]
a. Who is going round my sheepfold?
b. Only poor old Jacky Lingo.
a. Don't steal any of my black sheep.
b. No, no more I will, only by one,
Up, says Jacky Lingo. (Strikes one.)
[The child struck leaves the ring, and takes hold of b behind; b in the same manner takes the other children, one by one, gradually increasing his tail on each repetition of the verses, until he has got the whole; a then tries to get them back; b runs away with them; they try to shelter themselves behind b; a drags them off, one by one, setting them against a wall, until he has recovered all. A regular tearing game, as children say.]