Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 1)

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   “I have a little sister she lives in the ditch...”

   

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   (2) LIttle thing little thing less than a coal
   there's none of it white except its arse hole

   A Black Berry

   (3) Hivagate havagate over gate hang there's nothing so wide or nothing so long as hivagate havagate over gate hang.

   The Sky

   (4) I have a little sister she's red and she's yella, she's slate coloured green and the king couldn't touch her no more than the queen.

   The rainbow.

   (5) As I was going up the hill of Dullenlines
   I met a pretty picka pack a pines
   They were nicka they were nacka, they were white and yella tracka
   And such a pretty picka packa pine's
   I never met going up the hill of Dullenlines

   A Swarm of Bees.

   (6) I saw a tree with apples on, I took no apples off and I left no apples on
   How was that?

   There were two apples on

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script