rsetshire in counting out the game of pee-wip or
pee wit.]

One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum,
Fillison, follison, Nicholson, John,
Quever, quauver, Irish Mary,
Stenkarum, stankarum, buck!

CCCIII.

Whoop, whoop, and hollow,
Good dogs won't follow,
Without the hare cries "pee wit."

CCCIV.

Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,
One ran away,
The other wouldn't stay,--
Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.

CCCV.

There were two blackbirds,
Sitting on a hill,
The one nam'd Jack,
The other nam'd Jill;
Fly away Jack!
Fly away Jill!
Come again Jack!
Come again Jill!

CCCVI.

Tip, top, tower,
Tumble down in an hour.

CCCVII.

1. I went up one pair of stairs.
2. Just like me.
1. I went up two pair of stairs.
2. Just like me.
1. I went into a room.
2. Just like me.
1. I looked out of a window.
2. Just like me.
1. And there I saw a monkey.
2. Just like me.

CCCVIII.

Number number nine, this hoop's mine;
Number number ten, take it back again.

CCCIX.

Here goes my lord
A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
Here goes my lady
A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!
Here goes my young master
Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch:
Here goes my young miss,
An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!
The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine,
And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.

CCCX.

[This is acted by two or more girls, who walk or dance up
and down, turning, when they say, "turn, cheeses, turn." The
"green cheeses," as I am informed, are made with sage and
potatoe-tops. Two girls are said to be "cheese and cheese."]

Green cheese, yellow laces,
Up and down the market-places,
Turn, cheeses, turn!

CCCXI.

To market ride the gentlemen,
So do we, so do we;
Then comes the country clown,
Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;
First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim;
Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
Then comes the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.

CCCXII.

Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross;
To see what Emma can buy;
A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake,
And a twopenny tart or a pie.

CCCXIII.

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
To see an old lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she