Neither for silver nor for gold.
So fare you well, my ladies gay,
I'll call again another day."
All then advance, saying:—
"Turn back, turn back, you noble lord,
And choose the fairest in your sight."
The nobleman, fixing upon—supposing we say Kitty—then says:—
"The fairest one that I can see,
Is pretty Kitty: come to me."
The couple go back hand in hand rejoicing. The whole performance is then re-commenced, but the second time, instead of only one nobleman two noblemen advance, and the rigmarole is gone through again, ending at last in another companion being induced to join the little band of noblemen. Thus the game is carried on, until in the end all have gradually been won over to the opposite side.