Nursery Rhyme. CCCLVIII. Games.
[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!
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