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[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 is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]

The tailor of Bicester, He has but one eye; He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, If he were to try.

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

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.

A man went a hunting at Reigate, And wished to leap over a high gate; Says the owner, "Go round, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate."

Driddlety drum, driddlety drum, There you see the beggars are come; Some are here, and some are there, And some are gone to Chidley fair.