Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 1)
- Date
- 1936
- Collector
- Location
![The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0220, Page 0171](https://doras.gaois.ie/cbe/CBE_0220%2FCBE_0220_0171.jpg?format=jpg&width=1600&quality=85)
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0220, Page 0171
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“I have a little sister she lives in the ditch...”
(continued from previous page)(2) LIttle thing little thing less than a coal
there's none of it white except its arse holeA 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 DullenlinesA 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(continues on next page)