Here is one bel, from the deep south, overheard by me, who even as a little boy, was fascinated by the rythmic chants of black girls playing.

Clap, clap, My Mother told me, clap, clap,
If I'd be goodie, clap, clap,
That she would buy me, a rubber dollie.
I told my Mommie, clap, clap.
That I'd be goodie, clap, clap
If she would buy me, a rubber dollie.