Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Carn Domhnaigh

Suíomh:
Baile Bhloscaidh, Co. Dhún na nGall
Múinteoirí:
An tSr. A. Nic Fhionnlaoich An tSr. M. Beinín
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 1115, Leathanach 208

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 1115, Leathanach 208

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  1. XML Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Carn Domhnaigh
  2. XML Leathanach 208
  3. XML “Guesses”

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Ar an leathanach seo

  1. (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
    What man wears the biggest hat in Dublin? The man with the biggest head.
    Sitting on my hunkers I looked through my winkers I saw the dead burying the living? The dead ashes burying the living coals.
    I met a man coming down the road, he had a hundred patches on his trousers what time was it.? It was time he had a new pair.
    What works all day and lies in its own dirt at night? A fire.
    It is white and black and gosling green, the king can't catch it neither can the Queen? A rainbow.
    As I went over the sea-sand I fell and broke my knee-land and all the doctors in sea-sand could'nt cure my knee band? An egg.
    A flock of white sheep on a red hill here they go, there they go now they stand still.? Teeth in your gum.
    In my fathers garden there grows a bush of palms and nobody can count them only God's hands? Hair in your head.
    I have a guess I can't confess Jack and Jill in the press? Bottle and glass.
    As I went over the school bridge I met a scholar, he lifted his hat and drew off
    (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
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