got.
At the words "a prisoner," the two forming the arch apprehend the
passing one in the line, and, holding her fast, the dialogue resumes:--
_Answer._--Here's a prisoner we have got.
_Question._--What's the prisoner done to you?
_Answer._--Stole my watch and broke my chain.
_Question._--What will you take to set him free?
_Answer._--A hundred pounds will set him free.
_Question._--A hundred pounds I have not got.
_Answer._--Then off to prison you must go.
Following this declaration, the prisoner is led a distance away from the
rest by her jailers, where the questions are put to her, whether she
will choose "a gold watch," or "a diamond necklace." As she decides she
goes to the one side or the other. When, in like manner, all in the line
have chosen, a tug-of-war ensues, and the game is ended.
* * * * *
"~The Jolly Miller.~"--In this the players take partners--all except the
miller, who takes his stand in the middle, while his companions walk
round him in couples, singing:--
There was a jolly miller, who lived by himself,
As the wheel went round he made his wealth;
One hand in the hopper, and the other in the bag,
As the wheel went round he made his grab.
At the word "grab," every one must change partners. The miller then has
the opportunity of seizing one: and if he succeeds in so doing, the one
necessarily left alone must take his place, and so on.
* * * * *
"~Willie Wastle~" is essentially a boy's game. One standing on a hillock
or large boulder, from which he defies the efforts of his companions to
dislodge him, exclaims, by way of challenge:--
I, Willie Wastle,
Stand on my castle,
And a' the dogs o' your toun,
Will no ding Willie Wastle doun.
The boy who succeeds in dislodging him takes his place, and so on.
* * * * *
"~Oats and Beans and Barley~," a simple but pretty game, is played all
over England, as well as in most parts of Scotland, with varying rhymes.
In Perthshire the lines run:--
Oats and beans and barley grows,
Oats and beans and barley grows;
But you nor I nor nobody knows
How oats and beans and barley grows.
First the farmer sows his seeds,
Then he stands and takes his ease;
Stamps his feet, and claps his hands,
Then turns around to view his lands.
Waiting for a partner,
Waiting for a partner;
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