Tune Old Roger is Dead Bath
—Bath (A. B. Gomme).
I.
Old Rogers is dead and is laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave;
Old Rogers is dead and is laid in his grave,
He, hi! laid in his grave.
There grew an old apple tree over his head,
Over his head,
Over his head;
There grew an old apple tree over his head,
He, hi! over his head.
The apples grew ripe, and they all fell off,
They all fell off,
They all fell off;
The apples grew ripe, and they all fell off,
He, hi! they all fell off.
There came an old woman a-picking them up,
Picking them up,
Picking them up;
There came an old woman a-picking them up,
He, hi! picking them up.
Old Rogers jumps up and he gives her a knock,
Gives her a knock,
Gives her a knock;
Old Rogers jumps up and he gives her a knock,
He, hi! gives her a knock.
He makes the old woman go hipperty hop,
Hipperty hop,
Hipperty hop;
He makes the old woman go hipperty hop,
He, hi! hipperty hop.
—Earls Heaton, Yorks. (Herbert Hardy).
II.
Old Roger is dead, and lies in his grave, um, ah! lies in his grave;
There grew an old apple tree over his head, um, ah! over his head.
The apples are ripe and ready to drop, um, ah! ready to drop;
There came an old woman, picking them up.
—Hanbury, Staffs. (Miss Edith Hollis).
III.
Sir Roger is dead and is low in his grave,
Is low in his grave, is low in his grave;
Sir Roger is dead and is low in his grave,
Hey hie! is low in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head,
Over his head, over his head;
They planted an apple tree over his head,
Hey hie! over his head.
When they grew ripe they all fell off,
All fell off, all fell off;
When they grew ripe they all fell off,
Hey hie! all fell off.
There came an old woman and gathered them up,
Gathered them up, gathered them up;
There came an old woman and gathered them up,
Hey hie! gathered them up.
Sir Roger got up and gave her a nudge,
Gave her a nudge, gave her a nudge;
Sir Roger got up and gave her a nudge,
Hey hie! gave her a nudge.
Which made her go off with a skip and a hop,
With a skip and a hop, with a skip and a hop;
Which made her go off with a skip and a hop,
Hey hie! with a skip and a hop.
—Ordsall, Nottinghamshire (Miss Matthews).
IV.
Sir Roger is dead and he’s laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave, laid in his grave;
Sir Roger is dead and he’s laid in his grave,
Heigh-ho! laid in his grave.
There grew a fine apple tree over his head,
Over his head, over his head;
There grew a fine apple tree over his head,
Heigh-ho! over his head.
The apples were ripe and they all fell off,
All fell off, all fell off;
The apples were ripe and they all fell off,
Heigh-ho! all fell off.
There came an old woman and picked them all up,
Picked them all up, picked them all up;
There came an old woman and picked them all up,
Heigh-ho! picked them all up.
Sir Roger jumped up and he gave her a push,
Gave her a push, gave her a push;
Sir Roger jumped up and he gave her a push,
Heigh-ho! gave her a push.
Which made the old woman go hickety-hock,
Hickety-hock, hickety-hock;
Which made the old woman go hickety-hock,
Heigh-ho! hickety-hock.
—Brigg, Lincolnshire (Miss J. Barker).
V.
Sir Roger is dead and laid in his grave,
Hee, haw! laid in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head,
Hee, haw! over his head.
The apples are ripe and ready to fall,
Hee, haw! ready to fall.
There came a high wind and blew them all off,
Hee, haw! blew them all off.
There came an old woman to pick them all up,
Hee, haw! pick them all up.
There came a little bird and gave her a tap,
Hee, haw! gave her a tap.
Which made the old woman go hipperty hop,
Hee, haw! hipperty hop.
—Tong, Shropshire (Miss Burne).
VI.
Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave,
Lies in his grave, lies in his grave;
Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave,
He-ho! lies in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head,
Over his head, over his head;
They planted an apple tree over his head,
He-ho! over his head.
The apples got ripe and they all fell off,
All fell off, all fell off;
The apples got ripe and they all fell off,
He-ho! all fell off.
Here comes an old woman a-picking them up,
A-picking them up, a-picking them up;
Here comes an old woman a-picking them up,
He-ho! a-picking them up.
Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump,
And gave her a thump, and gave her a thump;
Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump,
He-ho! gave her a thump.
He made the old woman go hippity-hop,
Hippity-hop, hippity-hop!
He made the old woman go hippity-hop,
He-ho! hippity-hop!
—Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
VII.
Cock Robin is dead and has gone to his grave;
There grew on old apple tree over his head;
The apples were ripe and ready to drop,
O my, flippity flop!
There came an old woman to pick them all up,
Cock Robin rose up and gave her a knock,
And made the old woman go flippity flop!
O my, flippity flop!
—Deptford, Kent (Miss Chase).
VIII.
Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave,
H’m ha! gone to his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head,
H’m ha! over his head.
The apples were ripe and ready to fall,
H’m ha! ready to fall.
There came an old woman and picked them all up,
H’m ha! picked them all up.
Old Roger jumped up and gave her a knock,
H’m ha! gave her a knock.
Which made the old woman go hippity hop,
H’m ha! hippity hop!
—Bath, from a Nursemaid (A. B. Gomme).
IX.
Cock Robin is dead and lies in his grave,
Hum-ha! lies in his grave.
Place an old apple tree over his head,
Hum-ha! over his head.
When they were ripe and ready to fall,
Hum-ha! ready to fall.
There comes an old woman a-picking them up,
Hum-ha! a-picking them up.
Cock Robin jumps up and gives her a good knock,
Hum-ha! gives her a good knock.
—Derbyshire (Folk-lore Journal, i. 385).
X.
Poor Roger is dead and lies low in his grave,
Low in his grave, low in his grave,
E. I. low in his grave.
There grew an old apple tree over his head,
Over his head, over his head,
E. I. over his head.
When the apples were ripe they all fell off,
All fell off, all fell off,
E. I. all fell off.
There was an old woman came picking them up,
Picking them up, picking them up,
E. I. picking them up.
Poor Roger jumped up and gave her a nudge,
Gave her a nudge, gave her a nudge,
E. I. gave her a nudge.
Which made the old woman go lippety lop,
Lippety lop, lippety lop,
E. I. lippety lop.
—Newark, Nottinghamshire (S. O. Addy).
XI.
Poor Toby is dead and he lies in his grave,
He lies in his grave, he lies in his grave;
They planted an apple tree over his head,
Over his head, over his head.
The apples grew ripe and beginning to fall,
Beginning to fall, beginning to fall;
The apples grew ripe and beginning to fall,
Beginning to fall, beginning to fall.
There came an old woman picking them up,
Picking them up, picking them up;
Poor Toby rose up and he gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick, gave her a kick.
And the poor old woman went hipperty hop,
Hipperty hop, hipperty hop;
And the poor old woman went hipperty hop,
Hipperty hop along.
—Belfast (W. H. Patterson).
XII.
There was an old woman we buried her here,
Buried her here, buried her here;
There was an old woman we buried her here,
He—ho! buried her here.
—Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
(b) A ring is formed by children joining hands; one child,
who represents Sir Roger, lays down on the ground in the
centre of the ring with his head covered with a handkerchief.
The ring stands still and sings the verses. When the second
verse is begun, a child from the ring goes into the centre and
stands by Sir Roger, to represent the apple tree. At the fourth
verse another child goes into the ring, and pretends to pick
up the fallen apples. Then the child personating Sir Roger
jumps up and knocks the child personating the old woman,
beating her out of the ring. She goes off hobbling on one
foot, and pretending to be hurt. In the Ordsall game the
children dance round when singing the verses instead of standing
still, the action of the game being the same. In the Tong
version, the action seems to be done by the ring. Miss Burne
says the children go through various movements, finally all
limping round. The Newark (Notts), and Bath versions are
played as first described, Poor Roger being covered with a
cloak, or an apron, and laying down in the middle of the ring.
A Southampton version has additional features—the ring of
children keep their arms crossed, and lay their hands on their
chests, bending their heads and bodies backwards and forwards,
in a mourning attitude, while they sing; in addition
to which, in the Bath version, the child who personates the
apple tree during the singing of the third verse raises her arms
above her head, and then lets them drop to her sides to show
the falling apples.
(c) Various as the game-rhymes are in word detail, they
are practically the same in incident. One remarkable feature
stands out particularly, namely, the planting a tree over the
head of the dead, and the spirit-connection which this tree
has with the dead. The robbery of the fruit brings back the
dead Sir Roger to protect it, and this must be his ghost or
spirit. In popular superstition this incident is not uncommon.
Thus Aubrey in his Remains of Gentilisme, notes that “in the
parish of Ockley some graves have rose trees planted at the
head and feet,” and then proceeds to say, “They planted a tree
or a flower on the grave of their friend, and they thought the
soule of the party deceased went into the tree or plant” (p. 155).
In Scotland a branch falling from an oak, the Edgewell tree,
standing near Dalhousie Castle, portended mortality to the
family (Dalyell, Darker Superstitions, p. 504). Compare with
this a similar superstition noted in Carew’s History of Cornwall,
p. 325, and Mr. Keary’s treatment of this cult in his
Outlines of Primitive Belief, pp. 66-67. In folk-tales this
incident also appears; the spirit of the dead enters the tree
and resents robbery of its fruit, possession of which gives
power over the soul or spirit of the dead.
The game is, therefore, not merely the acting of a funeral,
but more particularly shows the belief that a dead person is
cognisant of actions done by the living, and capable of resenting
personal wrongs and desecration of the grave. It
shows clearly the sacredness of the grave; but what, perhaps
to us, is the most interesting feature, is the way in which the
game is played. This clearly shows a survival of the method
of portraying old plays. The ring of children act the part of
“chorus,” and relate the incidents of the play. The three
actors say nothing, only act their several parts in dumb show.
The raising and lowering of the arms on the part of the child
who plays “apple tree,” the quiet of “Old Roger” until he
has to jump up, certainly show the early method of actors
when details were presented by action instead of words.
Children see no absurdity in being a “tree,” or a “wall,”
“apple,” or animal. They simply are these things if the game
demands it, and they think nothing of incongruities.
I do not, of course, suggest that children have preserved in
this game an old play, but I consider that in this and similar
games they have preserved methods of acting and detail (now
styled traditional), as given in an early or childish period of the
drama, as for example in the mumming plays. Traditional
methods of acting are discussed by Mr. Ordish, Folk-lore, ii. 334.
Old Soldier
One player personates an old soldier, and begs of all the
other players in turn for left-off garments, or anything else he
chooses. The formula still used at Barnes by children is,
“Here comes an old soldier from the wars [or from town],
pray what can you give him?” Another version is—
Here comes an old soldier from Botany Bay,
Have you got anything to give him to-day.
—Liverpool (C. C. Bell).
The questioned child replying must be careful to avoid using
the words, Yes! No! Nay! and Black, White, or Grey. These
words are tabooed, and a forfeit is exacted every time one or
other is used. The old soldier walks lame, and carries a stick.
He is allowed to ask as many questions, talk as much as he
pleases, and to account for his destitute condition.
(c) Some years ago when colours were more limited in
number, it was difficult to promise garments for a man’s wear
which were neither of these colours tabooed. Miss Burne
(Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 526), in describing this game says,
“The words Red or Blue are sometimes forbidden, as well as
Yes or No,” and adds that “This favourite old game gives
scope for great ingenuity on the part of the beggar, and ‘it
seems not improbable’ (to use a time-honoured antiquarian
phrase!) that the expression ‘To come the old soldier over a
person’ may allude to it.” Halliwell (Nursery Rhymes, p. 224)
describes the game as above.
Oliver, Oliver, follow the King!
Oliver, Oliver, follow the King!
Oliver, Oliver, last in the ring!
Jim Burguin wants a wife, and a wife he shall have,
Nelly he kissed at the back-cellar door,
Nelly made a pudding, she made it over sweet,
She never stuck a knife in till he came home at night,
So next Monday morning is our wedding-day,
The bells they shall ring, and the music shall play!
Oliver, Oliver, follow the King! (da capo).
—Berrington (Burne’s Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 508).
(b) The children form a ring and move round, singing the
first two lines. Then they curtsey, or “douk down,” all
together; the one who is last has to tell her sweetheart’s
name. The other lines are then sung and the game is continued.
The children’s names are mentioned as each one
names his or her sweetheart.
This is apparently the game of which “All the Boys,”
“Down in the Valley,” and “Mary Mixed a Pudding up,”
are also portions.
One Catch-all
The words “Cowardy, cowardy custard” are repeated by
children playing at this game when they advance towards the
one who is selected to catch them, and dare or provoke her
to capture them. Ray, Localisms, gives Costard, the head;
a kind of opprobrious word used by way of contempt. Bailey
gives Costead-head, a blockhead; thus elucidating this exclamation
which may be interpreted, “You cowardly blockhead,
catch me if you dare” (Baker’s Northamptonshire
Glossary).
The words used were, as far as I remember,
Cowardy, cowardy custard, eat your father’s mustard,
Catch me if you can.
To compel a person to “eat” something disagreeable is a
well-known form of expressing contempt. The rhyme was
supposed to be very efficacious in rousing an indifferent or
lazy player when playing “touch” (A. B. Gomme).
Oranges and Lemons
[Play]
Tune Oranges and Lemons London
An older and more general version of the last five bars (the
tail piece) is as follows:—
[Play]
Tune Oranges and Lemons London, Alternative Ending
—London (A. B. Gomme).
[Play]
Tune Oranges and Lemons Yorkshire
—Yorkshire (H. Hardy).
[Play]
Tune Oranges and Lemons Sporle
—Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
I.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s;
You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s;
When will you pay me,
Say the bells of Old Bailey;
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch;
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney;
I’m sure I don’t know,
Says the Great Bell of Bow.
Here comes a light to light you to bed;
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head;
The last, last, last, last man’s head.
—London (A. B. Gomme).
II.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s;
You owe me four farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s;
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey;
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch;
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney;
I’m sure I don’t know,
Says the Great Bell of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed;
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head;
Last, last, last, last, last man’s head.
—Winterton and Leadenham, Lincolnshire; also
Nottinghamshire (Miss M. Peacock).
III.
Oranges and lemons,
Says the bells of S. Clemen’s.
Brickdust and tiles,
Says the bells of S. Giles.
You owe me five farthings,
Says the bells of S. Martin’s.
I do not know you,
Says the bells of S. Bow.
When will you pay me?
Says the bells of Old Bailey.
When I get rich,
Says the bells of Shoreditch.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
—Derbyshire (Folk-lore Journal, i. 386).
IV.
Oranges and lemons,
The bells of St. Clemen’s;
You owe me five farthings,
The bells of St. Martin’s;
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey;
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch;
When will that be?
Say the bells of Shorlea;
I don’t know,
Says the Great Bell Bow.
Here comes the candle to light you to bed,
Here comes the chop to chop off your head.
Chop, chop, chop, &c.
—Middlesex (Miss Winfield).
V.
Orange or lemon,
The bells of St. Clement’s [or the bells are a clemming].
I owe you five farthings,
And when shall I pay you,
To-day or to-morrow?
To-morrow will do.
Here come some great candles
To light you to bed,
Here come some great choppers
To chop off your head.
Come under, come under,
Come run as you ought;
Come under, come under,
Until you are caught;
Then stand just behind us
And pull either way;
Which side pulls the strongest
That side wins the day.
—Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
VI.
Oranges and lemons,
The bells of St. Clement’s.
I owe you three farthings,
When shall I pay you?
When I get rich.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a hatchet to chop off your head.
—Brigg (from a Lincolnshire friend of Miss Barker).
VII.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clemen’s.
I owe you five farthins,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.
When shall I pay you?
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday,
Or Sunday?
—Symondsbury, Dorset (Folk-lore Journal, vii. 216).
VIII.
I owe you five farthings.
When will you pay me,
To-day or to-morrow?
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
—Broadwinsor, Dorset (Folk-lore Journal, vii. 217).
IX.
Oranges and lemons, the bells of St. Clement’s [or St. Helen’s].
I owe you five farthings. And when will you pay me?
I’m sure I don’t know.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chop’n bill to chop off your head—
Chop—chop—chop—chop.
[Or Here comes a chop’n bill to chop off the last man’s head.]
—Earls Heaton, Yorks. (Herbert Hardy).
X.
Lend me five shillings,
Said the bells of St. Helen’s.
When will you pay me?
Said the bells of St. Philip’s.
I do not know,
Said the Great Bell of Bold.
Ring a ding, ding,
Ring a ding, ding,
Ring a ding, ding, ding, ding.
—Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy, as told him by A. K.).
XI.
Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement’s;
You owe me five farthings, and when will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.
And the last one that comes shall be chop, chop.
—Hersham, Surrey (Folk-lore Record, v. 86).
XII.
Orange and lemon,
Say the bells of St. Martin (or the bells of Sweet Lemon);
I owe you five farthings,
But when shall I pay you?
Here comes a candle
To light you to bed,
Here comes a hatchet
To chop off your head.
—Eckington, Derbyshire (S. O. Addy).
XIII.
Oranges and lemons,
The bells of St. Clement’s;
I owe you five farthings,
And when will you pay me?
Oh, that I can’t tell you;
Sim, Bim, bim, bow, bay.
—Settle, Yorks. (Rev. W. E. Sykes).
XIV.
Oranges or lemons,
The bells of St. Clement’s;
You owe me five farthings,
Pray, when will you pay me?
Here come the clappers to knock you down backwards, carwoo!
—Suffolk (Mrs. Haddon).
XV.
Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement’s;
Brick dust and tiles, say the bells of St. Giles;
You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St. Martin’s;
When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey;
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch;
When will that be? say the bells of Stepney;
I’m sure I don’t know, says the Great Bell of Bow.
—Perth (Rev. W. Gregor).
XVI.
Pancakes and fritters,
Says the bells of St. Peter’s;
Where must we fry ’em?
Says the bells of Cold Higham;
In yonder land thurrow (furrow),
Says the bells of Wellingborough;
You owe me a shilling,
Says the bells of Great Billing;
When will you pay me?
Says the bells of Widdleton Cheney;
When I am able,
Say the bells at Dunstable;
That will never be,
Says the bells at Coventry;
Oh, yes, it will,
Says Northampton Great Bell;
White bread and sop,
Says the bells at Kingsthorp;
Trundle a lantern,
Says the bells at Northampton.
—Northamptonshire (Baker’s Words and Phrases).
(c) This game is generally played as follows:—
Two of the taller children stand facing each other, holding
up their clasped hands. One is named Orange and the other
Lemon. The other players, grasping one another’s dresses,
run underneath the raised arms and round Orange, and then
under the arms again and round Lemon, while singing the
verses. The three concluding lines are sung by “Orange” and
“Lemon” in a slow emphatic manner, and at the word “head”
they drop their arms over one of the children passing between
them, and ask her secretly whether she will be orange or
lemon. The captive chooses her side, and stands behind
whichever leader she selects, placing her arms round her waist.
The game continues till every one engaged in it has ranged
herself behind one or other of the chiefs. When the two
parties are ranged a “tug of war” takes place until one of
the parties breaks down, or is pulled over a given mark.
Playing Oranges and Lemons
In the Middlesex version (Miss Winfield) the children form
a ring and go round singing the verses, and apparently there
is neither catching the “last man” nor the “tug.” Mr.
Emslie says he has seen and played the game in Middlesex,
and it always terminated with the cutting off the last man’s
head. In the Symondsbury version the players drop their
hands when they say “Sunday.” No tug is mentioned in
the first Earls Heaton version of the game (Mr. Hardy). In
the second version he says bells are represented by children.
They should have in their hands, bells, or some article to represent
them. All stand in a row. First, second, and third bells
stand out in turn to sing. All rush for bells to sing chorus.
Miss Barclay writes: The children of the Fernham and Longcot
choir, playing on Christmas Eve, 1891, pulled across a
handkerchief. In Monton, Lancashire, Miss Dendy says the
game is played as elsewhere, but without words. In a Swaffham
version (Miss Matthews), the girls sometimes call themselves
“Plum pudding and roast beef,” or whatever fancy may suggest,
instead of oranges and lemons. They join hands high
enough for the others to pass under, which they do to a call
of “Ducky, Ducky,” presently the hands come down and catch
one, who is asked in confidence which she likes best. The game
then proceeds in the usual way, one side trying to pull the
other over a marked line. Oranges and lemons at Bocking,
Essex, is an abbreviated variant of the rhyme printed by
Halliwell (Folk-lore Record, iii., part II., 171). In Nottinghamshire,
Miss Peacock says it is sometimes called “Tarts and
Cheesecakes.” Moor (Suffolk Words) mentions “Oranges and
Lemons” as played by both girls and boys, and adds, “I
believe it is nearly the same as ‘Plum Pudding and Roast
Beef.’” In the Suffolk version sent by Mrs. Haddon a new
word is introduced, “carwoo.” This is the signal for one of the
line to be caught. Miss Eddleston, Gainford, Durham, says
this game is called—