Little Molly white-flower, we are all maidens,
And we shall all die, except Polly Pegg,
She’s the best of all,
She can hop, and she can skip, and she can turn the candlestick!
Oh! fie, for shame,
Turn your back to the wall.
—Hanbury, Staffordshire (Miss Edith Hollis).
Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high!
We are all playmates, we shall all die!
Excepting ——, for she’s the youngest flower,
Cry shame, cry shame,
And turn your face to the wall again.
—Sheffield (S. O. Addy).
Wall-flower, wall-flower, growing up so high!
All the pretty maidens shall not die!
Excepting ——, she is the youngest child,
Oh! for shame, fie, for shame!
Turn your back to the wall again.
—Dean, near Salisbury (Mrs. C. Brough).