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Scoil: Na Tearmoinn (B.) (uimhir rolla 8931)

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An Tearmann Thoir, Co. Chiarraí
Múinteoir:
Seán Ó Cathaláin
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Modh:
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0403, Leathanach 314

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0403, Leathanach 314

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  1. XML Scoil: Na Tearmoinn (B.)
  2. XML Leathanach 314
  3. XML “A Collection of the Riddles Made by the Pupils of Termons Boys' National School”

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  1. A Collection of the Riddles Made by the Pupils of Termons Boys' National School (ar lean)

    Roinn Roinn Postáil
    (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
    Answer: Because she can't lick it.
    'Tis black and 'tis white and 'tis sparable green, the king can't get at it nor either the queen?
    Answer: A rainbow.
    As I was going to Maryboro, I met a thing lying in a furrow. It had neither flesh, fingers nor bones and after three weeks it could walk alone?
    Answer: An egg being hatched.
    Under the water and over the water and never touches the water?
    Answer: A woman with a pail of water on her head crossing a bridge over a river.
    Two 'l's two 'o's, an 'n' and a 'd', put them together and spell them for me.
    Answer: London.
    What is the smallest room in the world?
    Answer: A mushroom.
    All around the house and stops at the door?
    Answer: A broom.
    What goes all round the wood and never goes through the wood?
    Answer: The bark of a tree.
    Patch upon patch without any stitches, riddle me that and I'll buy you a britches?
    Answer: A head of cabbage.
    Hairy in and hairy out, hairy into hairy's mouth?
    Answer: A cat eating a mouse.
    As I was going to Dublin I saw such a wonder, three pots boiling and no fire under?
    Answer: Three pots of lime being slaked.
    I have a little horse and an iron throat and as fast as he gallops he swallows
    (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
    Stair Athraigh
    Topaicí
    1. seánra
      1. ealaín bhéil (~1,483)
        1. tomhaiseanna (~7,209)
    Teanga
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