The mother shakes hands with the one chosen.
—Fraserburgh (Rev. Dr. Gregor).
Another version—
There is a poor widow from Sankelone,
With all her children in her hand,
One can knit, and one sew,
And one can play the liligolor.
The widow then says—
Please take one in,
Please take one in.
The one in front picks out one and places her at her back, and she lays hold of her dress, then all sing—
Now for poor (girl’s name who has been chosen), she is gone,
Without her father (? farthing) in her hand,
She has lost her guinea gold ring,
Good-bye, good-bye,
Good-bye, good-bye.
The widow shakes hands with the girl. This is repeated till all are taken out and the widow is left by herself. She cries, and tries to take back her daughters. All run off.
—Cullen (Rev. Dr. Gregor).