Volume Ii Part 68 (1/2)

XIII. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high!

We are all pretty maidens, we all have to die!

Except --, she's the youngest girl, Ah! for shame, ah! for shame, Turn your back to us again.

I'll wash you in milk, I'll dress you in silk, I'll write down your name, With a gold pen and ink.

-Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy).

XIV. Oh flower, oh flower, growing up so high!

We are all children, we have all to die!

Except --, she the youngest gay, Oh! for shame, fie, for shame, Turn your back against the wall.

-Beddgelert (Mrs. Williams).

XV. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high!

We are all little, and we've got to die!

Excepting --, and she's the only one, Oh! for shame, fie, for shame, Turn your back to the wall again.

-Cowes, Isle of Wight (Miss E. Smith).

XVI. Little Molly white-flower, we are all maidens, And we shall all die, except Polly Pegg, She's the best of all, She can hop, and she can skip, and she can turn the candlestick!

Oh! fie, for shame, Turn your back to the wall.

-Hanbury, Staffords.h.i.+re (Miss Edith Hollis).

XVII. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, growing up so high!

We are all playmates, we shall all die!

Excepting --, for she's the youngest flower, Cry shame, cry shame, And turn your face to the wall again.

-Sheffield (S. O. Addy).

XVIII. Wall-flower, wall-flower, growing up so high!

All the pretty maidens shall not die!

Excepting --, she is the youngest child, Oh! for shame, fie, for shame!

Turn your back to the wall again.

-Dean, near Salisbury (Mrs. C. Brough).

XIX. Water, water wall-flower, growing up so high, We are all maidens, we must all die, Except --, the youngest of us all.

She can laugh, and she can dance, and she can play at ball; Fie! fie! fie for shame! turn your face to the wall again.

-Connell Ferry, near Oban (Miss Harrison).

XX. Water, water wall-flower, growing up so high, We are all maidens, we must all die.

Except --, she's the youngest of them all; She can dance, she can sing, And she can dance the wedding ring (or ”Hieland fling”) Fie! fie! fie for shame!

Turn your back to the wall again.

-Galloway (J. G. Carter).

XXI. Wall-flowers, wall-flowers, Growing up so high; All ye young maidens Are all fit to die.