CCCLVII.

[A game of the fox.]

Fox a fox, a brummalary, How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.

A. Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight. How shall I get home to night?

A. Spin your legs, and run fast.

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CCCLVIII.

[A Christmas custom in Lancashire. The boys dress themselves up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and a broom in his hand, sings as follows.]

Here come I, Little David Doubt; If you don't give me money, I'll sweep you all out. Money I want, And money I crave; If you don't give me money, I'll sweep you all to the grave!