a* S.X.AUO. 8,1903.] NOTES AND QUERIES.
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Scarcely, however, had he been elected Pope
before he threw away his crutch and sang the
" Te Deum " with a powerful voice. A few
days after, being complimented on this re-
markable change, he replied that before his
election he stooped to look for the keys of
Paradise, but, having found them, he only
looked up to heaven, no longer having need
of earthly things. He was Pope for upwards
of five years. Allusion is often made in
literature both to the crutch of Sixtus V.
and to stooping to look for the keys of
^aradise.
4. A saw, &c. I have only been able to ind a variant
He that is down can fall no lower which occurs in Butler's 'Hudibras,' part i. canto iii. 1. 877. The first part appeared in 1663.
He that is down needs fear no fall, in Bunyan's ' Pilgrim's Progress,' dates from 1684 (i.e., the second part). The line attri- buted to Sir Walter Raleigh
Fain would I climb, but that I fear to fall- is older than either, and may have been the origin of both Bunyan's and Butler's lines. I find also that Fain would I, but I dare not ; I dare, and yet I
may not,
is the "first line of a lyric by Sir Walter Raleigh." EDWARD LATHAM.
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ENGLAND WITH MANY RELIGIONS AND ONE SAUCE (9 th S. ix. 407, 472). It was a curious coincidence, seeing that I had no recollection of having heard this saying before, that the same post which brought me ' N. & Q.' of 24 May should have also brought me a Ceylon paper (the Ceylon Observer of 14 June) con- taining another version of it. Here, in a letter from the Archdeacon of Kansas, it is applied to that part of Western America. He says :
" Western America is swamped with every con- ceivable type of schism ever heard or dreamt, and one is forcibly reminded at every turn of the young Englishman who, in describing the country in a letter home, remarked, 'It's all right; but one strange feature is that there are 150 different kinds of religions and only one kind of soup " noodle." '
J. P. L.
Ceylon.
OLD SONGS (9 th S. ix. 388, 492 ; x. 38). ' The Lincolnshire Poacher ' has been claimed by many counties, and has been printed as ' The Nottinghamshire Poacher,' ' The Somer- setshire Poacher,' and, at a later period, as ' The Lincolnshire Poacher.' Messrs. Chappell published it under the last-named title. It was arranged by Mr. Hodson, and was " s.ung
with great applause by Mr. Brough." In
Boosey's collection of ' Old English Songs ' it
appears under what was probably its original
title, ' The Poacher.' As a regimental quick-
step it has long been popular with the 10th
Foot (North Lincolnshire), and with the old
69th (Welsh) Regiment, formerly known as
the South Lincolnshire, now better known
as the 2nd Battalion 10th Lincolnshire Regi-
ment. The present "official" arrangement
of the melody is attributed to a former 10th
bandmaster, Mr. Young. The introduction
to the quickstep is the regimental bugle-call
of the 1st Battalion 10th Regiment. The
wording of the song varies slightly, but the
following is probably the most accurate :
THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER. When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincoln- shire, Full well I served my master for more than seven
year, 'Till I took up to polching, as you shall quickly
hear. O 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season
of the year.
As me and my comarade was setting of a snare, 'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper for him we
did not care. For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump
o'er anywhere. O 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season
of the year. **
As me and my comarade were setting four or five. And taking on them up again, we caught the hare
alive, We caught the hare alive, my boys, and through the
woods did steer. O 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season
of the year.
We throdun him over our shoulder, and then we
trudged home, We took him to a neighbour's house, and sold him
for a crown. We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not
tell you where. O 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season
of the year.
Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincoln- shire,
Success to every polcher that wants to sell a hare, Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his
deer. 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season
of the year.
A. R. C.
KNURR AND SPELL (9 th S. ix. 385, 452, 511). Your correspondents B. (who alludes to this game being played fifty years ago by hun- dreds) and W. C. B. (who says "it was known as dab and trigger" and that he "played at it many times about 1855-60") have evidently obtained the impression that it is a game of the past. Such, however, is not the case, as witness the following from the Leeds and
