School: An Clochar (roll number 14705)

Location:
Kilbarron, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Mother Philomena
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    A windmill.
    Little Nancy Etticoat, in her white petticoat, the longer she stands, the shorter she grows.
    A candle.
    Long legs, crooked thighs, big head and no eyes.
    A tongs
    I have but one eye, and that without sight,
    Yet it helps me whatever I do,
    I am sharp without wits, without senses I’m bright
    The fortune of some, and of some the delight,
    And I doubt not I’m useful to you.
    A needle.
    Never eating, ever cloying,
    Never finding full repast,
    All devouring, all destroying.
    Till it eats the world at last.
    Fire.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.