A' the Birdies I' the Air

A' the birdies in the air
Tick-to to my tail. The others, who may be running about indifferently, decide in time which side they will favour, and when each and all have decided what champion they will support, and have taken their places at her back, a tug-of-war ensues. Afterwards the victors chase the vanquished, calling, “Rotten eggs! rotten eggs!” and the game is ended; to be followed perhaps by.
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