School: Loughill
- Location:
- Ballymunterhiggin, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Eibhlis Ní Mhathghamhna
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- (continued from previous page)What goes round the house, and round the house, and leaves a rag on every bush?
Snow.What goes round the house and round the house dragging its guts after it?
A hen and a clutch of birdsWhat’s as round as an apple,
As plump as a ball,
A split in the middle
And hair around it all?
Your eyes.Down in yonder green field there is a well,
An in the well there is a cup
And in the cup there is a sup,
And everyone must take it?
Death.As I went through a field of wheat,
I met a wee thing that I could eat,
It was neither flesh, fish, or bone,
What is it?
An egg.I have a wee house white washed with lime,
Inside its full and still its blind?
An egg.Bhip bhip bherry,
All the men in Derry, wouldn’t climb up
Bhip bhip bherry? Smoke,(continues on next page)
