Chapter CCCXXI

[Two of the strongest children are selected, A and B; A stands
within a ring of the children, B being outside.]

A. Who is going round my sheepfold?
B. Only poor old Jacky Lingo.
A. Don't steal any of my black sheep.
B. No, no more I will, only by one,
Up, says Jacky Lingo. (_Strikes one._)

[The child struck leaves the ring, and takes hold of B behind;
B in the same manner takes the other children, one by one,
gradually increasing his tail on each repetition of the
verses, until he has got the whole; A then tries to get them
back; B runs away with them; they try to shelter themselves
behind B; A drags them off, one by one, setting them against
a wall, until he has recovered all. A regular tearing game, as
children say.]