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•—Earls Heaton, Yorks. (H. Hardy). I sent a letter to my love, And on the way I dropped it; And one of you have picked it up And put it in your pocket.
—Dorsetshire (Folk-lore Journal, vii. 213); Penzance (Mrs. Mabbott).
I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way I lost it. Some one has picked it up. Not you, not you (&c), but you ! —Much Wenlock (Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 512).
I lost my supper last night, and the night before, And if I lose it this night, I shall never have it no more.
—Berrington (Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 512)..
I've come to borrow the riddle ( = sieve), There's a big hole in the middle. I've come to borrow the hatchet, Come after me and catch it.
—Chirbury (Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 512).
Down by the greenwood, down by the greenwood, Down by the greenwood tree, One can follow, one can follow, One can follow me.
Where must I follow ? where must I follow?
Follow, follow me.
Where must I follow ? where must I follow ?
Follow, follow me. —Earls Heaton (H. Hardy).
Mr. Monday was a good man, He whipped his children now and then; When he whipped them he made them dance, Out of Scotland into France; |
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