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Scoil: Ballyfin, Mountrath (uimhir rolla 15537)

Suíomh:
An Baile Fionn, Co. Laoise
Múinteoir:
Seosamh Mac Giolla Fhionáin
Brabhsáil
Modh:
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0833, Leathanach 141

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0833, Leathanach 141

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  1. XML Scoil: Ballyfin, Mountrath
  2. XML Leathanach 141
  3. XML “Riddles”
  4. XML “Riddles”

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  1. Riddles (ar lean)

    “Riddle - Ink, ank, under the bank...”

    Roinn Roinn Postáil
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  2. Riddles

    “R Up and Down up and down, never touches sky or ground.”

    Roinn Roinn Postáil
    R. Up and down up and down, never touches sky or ground. A. The handle of a pump.
    R. Where was Moses when the light went out. A. Under the bed scratching for matches.
    R. Black and white and red all over. A. A Newspaper.
    R. What part of the cow comes over the ditch first. A. Her breath.
    R. Up she got and to it she took every rag on her back was shook. A. A woman churning.
    R. Constantinople is a very hard word if you are not able to spell "it" you are a dunce. A. I.T.
    R. A little man with a red head the longer he lives the shorter he grows. A. A candle.
    R. Eighty (eight tea pronunced eighty) cups on the table one broke how many (was) were left. A. Seven.
    R. What county in Ireland fits in a bottle. A. Cork
    R. Headed like a thimble and tailed like a rat you may guess for ever but you will never guess that. A. A pipe.
    R. As I went out through a mucky gap I met my Uncle Davy a stick in his head and a
    (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
    Stair Athraigh