School: Macha na gClaidhe (roll number 16086)

Location:
Maughanaclea, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Cathal Ó Macháin
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    she had timber toes and iron nose, upon my word she frightened the Crows. Ans. A gun
    12. Long legs, crooked thighs, small head and no eyes.
    Ans. A Tongs.
    13. A wee wee pony gay and slim, a long tail flowing out of him, here's a man with brassy hood driving him through woods. Ans Needle, Thread, Thimble
    14. 4 legs up, 4 legs down, soft in the middle & hard all round. Ans. A Bed.
    15. Under water long I lay, never drowned or swept away. Ans. A duck swimming.
    16. 3 legs in the ground, 3 overhead, The head of the living in the mouth of the dead. Ans. A man walking along with a pot in his head.
    16 3 cosa ináirde, 2 cois ar thalamh, Ceann do dhuine beómar i mbéal do duine mharbh
    17. Patches on patches without any stitches. Ans. Head of Cabbage.
    18. A jumper of ditches, a leper of thorns, a little brown cow with 2 leather horns. Ans. A hare.
    19. As around as a marble, as deep as a cup and all the water in the sea couldn't fill it up. Ans A strainer
    20. 4 Four Bottles up on a hill, turned down and never spill.
    Ans. Cows paps
    21. An old woman standing on a fence, her offspring dying away and herself strong and hearty. White thorn bush, haws withering
    22. He was attached to her, yet she hated him, and woman like she sought him, and when she caught him, he died cracked. A Flea
    23. Over gravel I do travel, with an oak stick in my hand
    I rode a mare that never foaled and held the brake in my hand
    Ans. A Ship.
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