LOCAL, 397

 

Can a man desire more ?
There ain’t such a town in twenty.

DCCVIII.
THE little priest of Felton,
The little priest of Felton,

He killed a mouse within his house,
And ne’er a one to help him!!

DCCIX.
[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of

Oxfordshire in a sport called “Leap Candle,” which 1s now obsolete. See Thoms’
“Anecdotes and Traditions,” p- 96.]

THE tailor of Bicester,
He has but one eye;

Fle cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins
If he were to try.

DCCX.

Dick and Tom, Will and John,
Brought me from Nottingham.

DCCXI.

AT Brill-on-the-Hill
The wind blows shrill,
The cook no meat can dress;
At Stow-in-the-Wold
The wind blows cold,—
I know no more than this,