“‘Walking up the green grass,
A dust, a frust, a dust.
We want a pretty maid
To walk along with us.’
“The lads used to say that in a chorus,” Nana explained. “Then the maids would answer—
“‘Fiddle faddle—fiddle faddle.’
“Then the boys would say—
“‘We’ll take a pretty maid,
We’ll catch her by the hand,
She shall go to Derby,