—London (A. B. Gomme).

XII.

Here we go up the green grass,
The green grass, the green grass;
Here we go up the green grass,
So early in the morning.

Fair maid, pretty maid;
Give your hand to me,
And you shall see a blackbird,
A blackbird on the tree;
All sorts of colours
Lying by his side,
Take me, dearest [——],
For to be my bride—

Will you come?
No!

Naughty old maid, she won’t come out,
She won’t come out,
To help us with our dancing—

Will you come?
Yes!

Now we’ve got the bonny lass,
Now we’ve got the bonny lass,
To help us with our dancing.

—Liphook, Hants (Miss Fowler).

XIII.