Old Cherry and Blossom are having a fight,
Do let us get out of their way;
And not stop to witness so shocking a sight,
Oh dear what a terrible fray!

Dancing on the village green,
The pretty English girl is seen;
Or beside the cottage neat,
Knitting on the garden seat.
Some strength of arm and steady eye,
This ancient game demands;
To make the arrow distant fly,
Is not for feeble hands.

Whoever played at blind-man's buff,
And was the first to cry 'enough;'
When nearly caught, who did not quake,
Or laugh to see poor Buff's mistake?