School: Lúbán Díge (Bodyke)
- Location:
- Bodyke, Co. Clare
- Teacher: Bríd, Bean Uí Chadhla
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0591, Page 310
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- (continued from previous page)As round as an apple as plump as a ball. It climbs over the church steeple and all.
The Sun.A head like a thimble, a tail like a rat. If you guessed for ever you would never guess that.
A pipe.As I went up a hill a wonder, I saw
twenty four bull dogs tearing the hill a sunder.
A harrow.I went up the hill and down the hill and I carried the hill on my back.
A ladder.As black as ink as white as milk and it hops in the road like hailstone.
A magpie.Limerick, Lamerick, Cork, Kerry,
Spell me that with a K.
That.What is full and holds more.
A pot of potatoes (water to be put on)What part of a cow goes over the ditch first.
Her breath.Under gravel, I do travel.
Over board, I do stand.
I rode a mare that never fouled.
And held the bridle in my hand.
A ship.(continues on next page)
