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" Jeannie Jo dead, dead, dead," &c. 

 "Oh but I'm sorry," &c. 

 " Farewell, ladies, oh," &c. 



w What shall we dress her in, dress her in, dress her in, what shall we dress her in 

 — shall it be black?" 



" Black for the sweeps, the sweeps, the sweeps, and that shall not do " 



" What shall we dress her in, &c. Shall it be blue ?" 



" Blue for the sailors," &c. 



" What shall we dress her in, &c. Shall it be red ?" 



" Red for the soldiers," &c. 



" What shall we dress her in, &c. Shall it be orange ?" 



" Orange for the orange men," &c. 



" What shall we dress her in, &c. Shall it be white ?" 



" White for the corpse, &c, and that will just do." 



They then make a funeral procession, the two biggest making 

 a seat with their hands for "Jeannie" and carrying her, followed 

 by the rest in pairs, saying — 



"We have lost a soldier, soldier, soldier, we have lost a soldier and the queen has 

 lost a man. We will bury him in the bed of glory, glory, glory, we will bury him in 

 the bed of glory, and we'll never see him any more." 



" Jeannie " sits up on the mother's knee, and is not hidden as 

 in most of the versions. Repetition is a marked feature of 

 primitive rhyme. 



GREEN GRAVEL. 



Ring of children, who walk round singing the rhyme over 

 and over, and at the end of it each time the child named turns 

 round and walks backwards, so that at the last all are going 

 backwards. These are the words as played at Ballymiscaw 

 School — 



" Green gravel, green gravel, as green as grass grows, 

 When all the free masons around the red rose. 

 Dear (Bessie), deir (Bessie), your true lover's dead, 

 He sent you a letter to turn round your head." 



Another version, played in Dublin and about Newry, is as 

 follows : — 



" Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green. 

 The prettiest damsel that ever was seen, 

 I washed her with new milk and dressed her in silk, 

 And I wrote down her name with a brass pen and ink. 



Dear , dear , your true love is dead, 



And I send you a letter to turn round your head." 



