—Howth, Dublin (Miss H. E. Harvey).
Turn your back to all the game.
—Bonmahon, Waterford (Miss H. E. Harvey).
Sally, Sally, wall-flower [or Waters],
Springing up so high,
We’re all fair maids,
And we shall all die.
Excepting [girl’s name],
She’s the fairest daughter,
She can hop, and she can skip,
She can turn the organ.
Turn your face toward the wall,
And tell me who your sweetheart’s called.
Mr. Moffit is a very good man,
He came to the door with his hat in his hand,
He pulled up his cloak, and showed me the ring;
To-morrow, to-morrow, the wedding begins.
First he bought the frying-pan,
Then he bought the cradle,
And then one day the baby was born,
Rock, rock the cradle.
—Hurstmonceux, Sussex (Miss Chase).