Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIV. Games.

        [The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my way.]

    Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
    With three small children in her hand:
    One can brew, the other can bake,
    The other can make a pretty round cake.
    One can sit in the garden and spin,
    Another can make a fine bed for the king;
    Pray ma'am will you take one in?

        [A game on the slate.]

    Eggs, butter, bread,
    Stick, stock, stone dead!
    Stick him up, stick him down,
    Stick him in the old man's crown!

        [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]

    One-ery, two-ery,
        Ziccary zan;
    Hollow bone, crack a bone,
        Ninery, ten:
    Spittery spot,
        It must be done;
    Twiddleum twaddleum,
        Twenty-one.

    Hink spink, the puddings stink,
        The fat begins to fry,
    Nobody at home, but jumping Joan,
        Father, mother, and I.
    Stick, stock, stone dead,
        Blind man can't see,
    Every knave will have a slave,
        You or I must be he.

        [The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.]

    Sieve my lady's oatmeal,
        Grind my lady's flour,
    Put it in a chesnut,
        Let it stand an hour;
    One may rush, two may rush,
    Come, my girls, walk under the bush.

    Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,
    Apple seed and apple thorn;
    Wine, brier, limber-lock,
    Five geese in a flock,
    Sit and sing by a spring,
    O-U-T, and in again.

        [An exercise during which the fingers of the child are enumerated.]

    Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
    Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn.
    Long back'd Gray
    Carried it away.
    Old Mid-man sat and saw,
    But Peesy-weesy paid for a'.