Essex: Calves and stiles.
Gloucestershire: Weigh thy wood.
Hants: Hampshire hogs.
Herefordshire: Give me woof and warp.
Herts:
The club and clouted shoon, I’ll rise betimes, and sleep again at noon.
Huntingdonshire: With stilts we’ll stalk through thick and thin.
Kent: Long tails and liberty.
Lancashire: Witches or Fair maids.
Leicestershire: Bean-bellies.
Lincolnshire: Bags and bagpipes.
Middlesex:
Up to London let us go, And when our market’s done, let’s have a pot or two.
Norfolk: Many wiles.
Northants: Love below the girdle, but little else above.
Nottinghamshire: Ale and bread.
Oxfordshire:
The scholars have been here, And little though they paid, yet have they had good cheer.
Rutlandshire; Raddlemen.
Shropshire:
Shins be ever sharp;
Lay wood upon the fire, reach hither me the harp,
And whilst the black bowl walks, we merrily will carp.
Somersetshire: Set the bandog on the bull.
Staffordshire:
Stay, and I will beet [sic] the fire,
And nothing will I ask but goodwill for my hire.
Suffolk: Maids and milk.
Surrey: Then let us lead home logs.