[7] Redruth version—
Fly for the east, fly for the west,
Fly for the very one you love best.
Sally Sober
A game among girls [undescribed].—Dickinson’s Cumberland Glossary (Supplement).
Salmon Fishers
I.
Cam’ ye by the salmon fishers,
Cam’ ye by the roperee?
Saw ye a sailor laddie
Sailing on the raging sea?
Oh, dear ——, are ye going to marry?
Yes, indeed, and that I am.
Tell to me your own true lover,
Tell to me your lover’s name?
He’s a bonnie lad, he’s a bonnie fellow,
Oh, he’s a bonnie lad,
Wi’ ribbons blue and yellow,
Stockings of blue silk;
Shoes of patent leather,
Points to tie them up.
A gold ring on his finger.
Did you see the ship he came in?
Did you see it comin’ in?
Every lassie wi’ her laddie,
Every widow wi’ her son.
Mother, struck eight o’clock,
Mother, may I get out?
For my love is waiting
For to get me out.
First he gave me apples,
Then he gave me pears,
Then he gave me a sixpence
To kiss him on the stairs.
Oh, dear me, I wish I had my tea,
To write a letter to my love
To come back and marry me.
—Rosehearty (Rev. W. Gregor).
II.