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RIDDLES.
A great great house it is,
A golden candlestick it is,
Guess it rightly,
Let it not go by thee.
Heaven.
There's a garden that I ken,
Full of little gentlemen,
Little caps of blue they wear,
And green ribbons very fair.
Flax.
I went up the boreen, I went down the boreen,
I brought the boreen with myself on my back.
A Ladder.
He comes to ye amidst the brine
The butterfly of the sun,
The man of the coat so blue and fine,
With red thread his shirt is done.
Lobster.
I threw it up as white as snow,
Like gold on a flag it fell below.
Egg.
I ran and I got,
I sat and I searched,
If could get it I would not bring it with me,
And as I got it not I brought it.
Thorn in the foot.
You see it come in on the shoulders of men,
Like a thread of the silk it will leave us again.
Smoke.
