[He sat in a chair made of his mistress's bones, drank out of her skull,
and was lighted by a candle made of the substance of her body.]
Mouth o' horn, and beard o' leather;
Ye'll no guess that were ye hanged in a tether.
[A cock.]
Bonnie Katie Brannie stands at the wa',
Gi'e her little, gi'e her muckle, she licks up a':
Gi'e her stanes, she eats them--but water, she'll dee,
Come, tell this bonnie riddleum to me.
[The fire.]
Down in yon meadow
There sails a boat;
And in that boat
The King's son sat.
I'm aye telling ye,
But ye're no calling,
Hoo they ca' the King's son
In the boat sailing.
[Hoo, or Hugh.]
As I gaed owre Bottle-brig,
Bottle-brig brak';
Though ye guess a' day,
Ye winna guess that. [The ice.]
If Dick's father is John's son,
What relation is Dick to John?
[His grandson.]
The brown bull o' Baverton,
Gaed owre the hill o' Haverton;
He dashed his head atween twa stanes
And was brought milk-white hame.
[Corn sent to the mill and ground.]
A beautiful lady in a garden was laid,
Her beauty was fair as the sun;
In the first hour of her life she was made a man's wife,
And she died before she was born.
[Eve.]
The minister, the dominie, and Mr. Andrew Lang,
Went to the garden where three pears hang:
Each one took a pear--how many pears then?
[Two: the three persons were one.]
Mou'd like the mill-door, luggit like the cat;
Though ye guess a' day, ye'll no guess that.
[An old-fashioned kail-pot.]
There stands a tree at our house-end,
It's a' clad owre wi' leather bend:
It'll fecht a bull, it'll fecht a bear,
It'll fecht a thousand men o' wear.
[Death.]
Lang man legless,
Gaed to the door staffless:
Goodwife, put up your deuks and hens;
For dogs and cats I carena.
[A worm.]
As I gaed to Falkland to a feast,
I met me wi' an ugly beast:
Ten tails, a hunder nails,
And no a fit but ane.
[A ship.]
As I cam' owre the tap o' Trine,
I met a drove o' Highland swine:
Some were black, and some were brawnet,
Some o' them was yellow tappit.
Sic a drove o' Highland swine
Ne'er cam' owre the tap o' Trine.
[A swarm of bees.]
Infir taris, inoknonis;
Inmudeelis, inclaynonis.
Canamaretots?
[In fir tar is, in oak none is;
In mud eel is, in clay none is.
Can a mare eat oats?]
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