—Belfast (W. H. Patterson).
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,
As fair as a lily, as brown as a bun;
We’ve brought you three letters, pray can you read one?
I can’t read one without I read all,
So pray —— deliver the ball.
You old gipsy, sit in the sun,
And we fair ladies go and come;
The ball is mine, and none o’ thine,
And so good-morning, Valentine.
—Swaffham. Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,
As fair as a lily, as brown as a bun.
Turn, fair ladies, turn.
We bring you three letters, and pray you read one.
I cannot read one without I read all,
So please ( ) give up the ball.