Through the kitchen and through the hall,
I choose the fairest of you all;
The fairest one as I can see
Is pretty —— ——, come to me.

Now I’ve got my bonny lass,
Bonny lass, bonny lass;
Now I’ve got my bonny lass
To help us with our dancing.

—Barnes, Surrey (A. B. Gomme).

XI.

Here comes one duke a-riding, a-riding, a-riding;
Here comes one duke a-riding
On a ransom, dansom bay!

You’re all so black and dirty, &c.

Pray which of us will you choose, sir, &c.

Up in the kitchen, down in the hall,
And choose the fairest one of all.
The fairest one that I can see
Is pretty Miss ——, so come to me.

—Bocking, Essex (Folk-lore Record, vol. iii., pt. ii., pp. 170-171).

XII.