School: An Pasáiste Thoir (C.), Port Láirge

Passage East, Co. Waterford
Clare, Bean Uí Eachthigheirn
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0652, Page 343

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    Little nannie netti-coat...

    Little nannie netti-coat
    Sits in her petticoat
    The longer she stands
    The shorter she grows.
    A candle.
    Peggy inside the ditch
    Peggy outside the ditch
    If you touched Peggy she will bite you.
    A nettle.
    As I was walking through an oaten field, I found a thing, it was neither flesh, fish, feather or bone. I brought it home and it walked alone.
    An egg.
    Patches upon patches and no stitches.
    Black I am but much admired
    Men seek for me till they are tired
    When they catch me they crack my brain
    Ans send me into a warm place.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.