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11 s yellow as gold, yet gold 'tis none; s green as grass, yet grass 'tis none; s prickly as thorn, yet thorn 'tis none, Now tell me what it is then. John.

A furze that beareth flowers.

held up a stone to a white bone, With face to face, turn'd up its arse, And ay as it rose, I got the dose.

One drinking out of a stone battle,

n the bed it stands, in the bed it lies, ts lotty neb looks to the skies, The bigger it is the goodwife love'st better, he pluckt it, and suckt it, till her eyes did water, She took it in her hand, and said it was good, Put it in her belly, and it stirr d up her blood.

An Onion.

have a knack upon my knee, And in the midst a hole there be, Forth came a young man lusty and strong, And put in a thing two hand-breadths long. A mid why had a sheath, and a young man put a knife into it.

Sarah, An' Mary, I love them both well, So the name of my sweetheart unto you I tell: It was neither Sarah nor Mary, Come tell me quickly, and do not tarry.

The Maid's name was Ann.

I went, and I knew not where, met, and I knew of whom, And got the thg ne'er forget, and yet I came a maiden hon.

A child going to be baptised,