158 Collectanea.
Children's Singinc; Games.
Little Sally Walker sitting in the sand,
Crying and weeping for a young man.
Rise, Sally, rise and wipe away your tears.
Fly to the East and fly to the AVest,
Fly to the one that you love best.
There's a couple got married in joy,
First a girl and then a boy.
Seven years after and seven years to come
This young couple may rise and be done.
Up streets, down streets and a penny glass,
Isn't ... a nice young lass ?
But isn't ... as nice as she?
Both to be married and they canna agree.
Clean bright candlesticks, clean fireside.
Draw back the curtains and let's see the bride.
A' the men in oor toon lives a happy life. Except . . . and he wants a wife. A wife shall he hae, and a widow shall he be, For look at ... , she sits on his knee. - She paints Tier face and she curls her hair, And she kisses her lad at the foot o' the stair.
The wind and the wind and the wind blows high,
And the rain comes pattering from the sky.
. . . says she'll die.
For a lad on the rolling high.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the flower of the golden city.
She has got lovers, one, two, three.
Pray and tell me who they be ?
. . . says he'll have her,
In his bosom he will clasp her,
Lash the whip and away we go.
Off to Newcastle races O !
Wattery, wattery well flowers, spring up so high, We are all maidens and we must all die,
