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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.