GAMES. 213

CCCLXII.

SIEVE my lady’s oatmea..,
Grind my lady’s flour,
Put it in a chestnut,
Let it stand an hour;
One may rush, two may rush,—
Come, my girls, walk under the bush

CCCLXIII.

‘RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To buy little Johnny a galloping horse;

It trots behind, and it ambles before,

And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.

CCCLXIV.
A GAME RHYME.

TRIP and go, heave anid hoe!
Up and down, to and fro;
From the town to the grove,
Two and two let us rove,
A-maying, a-playing ;

Love hath no gainsaying!
So, merrily trip and go!

So, merrily trip and go!

CCCLXYV.

Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Now we dance looby, looby, light,
Shake your right hand a little,
And turn you round about.