Ink ank under a bank
ten drawing four.
A woman milking a cow.
I took out my knife and cut off his head,
And left his body easy.
A head of cabbage.Two brothers we are
Great burdens we bear
And sometimes we are sorely pressed,
In truth you might say,
we are full all the day,
and empty when we go to rest.
A pair of shoes.It's hands and face are always clean
It's stomach needs no filling
It works away both night and day,
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)