Chapter CCCLVII: A game of the fox

Fox a fox, a brummalary,
How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.

A. Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight.
How shall I get home to night?

A. Spin your legs, and run fast.

CCCLVIII.

[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!