After clap-in and clap-out was instituted post-office, and after post-office, drop-the-handkerchief, and after drop-the-handkerchief ensued King William, sung with whatever variations local tongues had given to the old, old rhyme:
King Will-yum was King James’s son,
And he-e-e th’ royal race did run;
Upo-o-on his breast he wore a sta-a-ar
Which pe-e-eople called the sign of war.
Now cho-o-ose the east, now cho-o-ose the west,
And cho-o-ose the one that you love best;
If she’s not here to take your part,
Go cho-o-ose another with all your heart.
Down on this carpet you must kneel,