"Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,
As fair as a lady, as white as a nun."
If "Queen Anne" did not give a right guess as to which hand of the
messenger held the king's letter to her, she was contemptuously
informed that she was
"as brown as a bun."
In another name, four little girls joined hands across, in couples,
chanting:--
"I wish my father were a king,
I wish my mother were a queen,
And I a little companion!"
concluding with a close embrace in a dizzying whirl, breathlessly
shouting all together,--
"A bundle of fagots! A bundle of fagots!"
In a third, which may have begun with a juvenile reacting of the
Colonial struggle for liberty, we ranged ourselves under two leaders,
who made an archway over our heads of their lifted hands and arms,
saying, as we passed beneath,--
"Lift up the gates as high as the sky,
And let King George and his army pass by!"
We were told to whisper "Oranges" or "Lemons" for a pass-word; and
"Oranges" always won the larger enlistment, whether British or American.