"I sat wi' my love and I drank wi' my love,
And my love she gave me licht;
I'll gi'e any mon a pint o' wine
That'll read my riddle right."
A person sitting in a chair made of the bones of a relation, drinking out of the skull, and reading by the light of a candle made from the marrow-bones.
Street game rhyme, something like the well-known "How many miles to Wimbledon?":—
"King and Queen of Cantelon,
How many miles to Babylon?
It's eight and eight and other eight,
Try to win these wi' 'candle licht.'"
To discover a particular person in the company wearing a ring, Scotch children of last century used to say—
"Two before 1, and 3 before 5,
Now 2, and then 2, and 4 come belive.
Now 1, and then 1, and 3 at a cast,
Now 1, and twise 2, and Jack up at last."
In the game of Hidee the laddies and lassies cry—
"Keep in, keep in, where'ver ye be,
The greedy gled's seekin' ye."