Wallflowers, wallflowers,
Growing up so high,
All you young ladies
Are meant to die.
Excepting little ——,
She is the best of all.
She can skip, and she can dance,
She can turn the candlestick.
O my, fie for shame,
Turn your back to the wall again.

—From London maidservant (Miss E. Chase).

III.

Willy, willy wallflower,
Growin’ up so high,
We are all maidens,
We shall all die.
Excepting ——,
She’s the youngest daughter,
She can hop,
She can skip,
She can turn the candlestick.
Fee, fie, shame, shame,
Turn your backs together again:—,
——, your sweetheart is dead,
He’s sent you a letter to turn back your head.

—Wakefield, Yorks (Miss Fowler).

IV.

Wallflowers, wallflowers,
Growing up so high,
We young ladies, we shall die.
Except ’tis ——,
She’s the youngest daughter.
She can hop, and she can skip,
She can play the wire,
Oh for shame, fie for shame,
Turn your back and have a game.

—Hampshire (Miss E. Mendham).