(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
All her children are dead with age.
And she's alive hersel.
Answer. An apple tree.
Looking through my eye winkers.
I saw the dead bury the living.
Answer. Raking the fire.As I was going over Derry wall.
I heard a dead man give a call;
He had a mouth of bone,
A beard of flesh,
And such a man was never born.
Answer. A rooster.What never was, nor never will be,
Look on your hand and you plainly will see.
Answer. Your wee finger will never be as long as the other fingers.