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119As I went up corn hill,
Corn hill was shaking,
As I came down corn hill,
I saw three devils reaping.
Three mice in a field of corn.As I went up the mountains
I saw a terrible wonder
Four and twenty wild geese
Tearing the world asunder.
A Harrow.Tis in the mill, and it can't be ground
Tis in the shop and it can't be sold
Tis in lakes and rivers all
And it never can be drowned.
The Sun.What goes up the chimney down
And can go down the chimney up.
An umbrella.What is more plentiful in a riddle than holes.
Black I am and read all over.
The Pater.Mary Gallagher and Kathleen Farrell.