[96] "Bucca, bucca, quot sunt hic?"
XI.
GAMES OF CHASE.
The spring clade all in gladness
Doth laugh at winter's sadness,
And to the bag-pipes round,
The maids tread out their ground.
Fy, then, why are we musing,
Youth's sweet delight refusing?
Say, dainty nymph, and speak,
Shall we play Barley Break?
Old Song.
No. 101.
How many Miles to Babylon?
A party of young people stand at each end of a space, such as a portico, a field, etc., and a single player is stationed in the middle. The former address the latter:
"Marlow, marlow, marlow bright,
How many miles to Babylon?"
"Threescore and ten."
"Can I get there by candlelight?"
"Yes, if your legs are as long as light,
But take care of the old gray witch by the road-side."
The players at the ends of the field then run from side to side, and must be caught by the central player, whom they then assist to catch the rest.