Scoil: Tomghéis (uimhir rolla 9239/9277)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Buillí fá Thuairim

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   As I went up the boíthrín, I met my uncle Davy, I stuck him in my pocket, for fear the ducks would eat him.
   A frog.
   As I went up the boíthrín, I met my uncle Noírín, Long toes, iron nose, and Pon my word he'd frighten the crows.
   A gun.
   Its deep and its' damp and its' green on the bank. It's fit for a king or a lady.
   A grave.
   It's as round as an apple, and deep as a cup, All the men in London couldn't lift it up
   A well.
   Its' as round as an apple, as plump as a ball,
   Ecock's steeple, feather and all.
   A turnip.
   Long legs, crooked thighs, small head and no eyes
   The tongs.
   As round as an apple, as flat as a pan,
   One side a woman, the other side as a man.
   A penny.
   The man that bought it never wore it,
   The " " tore it always wore it
   A habit.
   While its alive it has a jacket on,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

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