can dance alone,
[_The thumb only moving_.
Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
[_Ditto._
Dance, Foreman, dance,
[_The first finger moving._
Dance, ye merrymen, every one;
[_The whole moving._
But Foreman, he can dance alone,
Foreman, he can dance alone.

[and So on With the Others--naming the 2d Finger Longman--the
3d Finger Ringman--and the 4th Finger Littleman. Littleman
Cannot Dance Alone.]

CCLXXX.

[The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to
run a race.]

One to make ready,
And two to prepare;
Good luck to the rider,
And away goes the mare.

CCLXXXI.

[At the conclusion, the captive is privately asked if he will
have oranges or lemons (the two leaders of the arch having
previously agreed which designation shall belong to each),
and he goes behind the one he may chance to name. When all
are thus divided into two parties, they conclude the game by
trying to pull each other beyond a certain line.]

Gay go up and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town.

Bull's eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.

Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.

Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells at Whitechapel.

Old Father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells at Aldgate.

You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells at St. Helen's.

Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells at St. John's.

Kettles and pans,
Say the bells at St. Ann's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.

Pray when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I am sure I don't know,
Says the great bell at Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

CCLXXXII.

[One child holds a wand to the face of another, repeating
these lines, and making grimaces, to cause the latter
to laugh, and so to the others; those who laugh paying a
forfeit.]

Buff says Buff to all his men,
And I say Buff to you again;
Buff neither laughs nor smiles,
But carries his face
With a very good grace,
And passes the stick to the very next place!

CCLXXXIII.