The ball is mine, it is not yours,
You may go to the garden and pick more flowers.
—Isle of Man (A. W. Moore).
Sally Water.
Sally, Sally, Walker, sprinkling in a pan,
Rye, Sally; rye, Sally, for a young man,
Come, choose to the east, come, choose to the west,
And come choose to the very one that you love best.
The choice is made here, and the two stand in the centre as usual.
Now there’s a couple married in joy,
First a girl and then a boy.
—— made a pudding nice and sweet,
—— took a knife and tasted it.
Taste, love; taste, love, don’t say no,
Next Monday morning is our marriage day.
Seven years after, seven years to come,
This young man shall be kissed and be done.
—Fochabers, N. E. Scotland (Rev. Dr. Gregor).
Sally, Sally, Water, sprinkled in a pan,
Rise, Sally; rise, Sally, for a young man.
Choose the best, leave the worst,
Choose the prettiest you can.
Now you’re married we wish you joy,
First a girl and then a boy,
Seven years after son and daughter,
Kiss before you go over the water.