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15 Old mother old she stands in the cold, Her children died with age, She lives and brings forth young, And every one without a tongue,

In is an apple-tree.

I have a chaple all in green, Forty children be therein, Every soldier cloth'd in white, I'll give you a groat to tell me right.

It is a P n.

Two brothers they abroad did go Whose mouths and throats were stopt I trow, But when unstopt they did not roam, For they were kept confin'd at home

Pair of Shoes.

The good wife sitting in her chair, thinking on no harm, And all the while she claw'd her gear, until she made it warm; And made it bushy above the knee: now tell me what this riddle can be.

an old woman carding wool.

I saw a bright young lady gay: delightful to my view. And from her brightest silver ray, there drept a pearly dew; Ten thousand children follow'd in her train, Tho' they be here, are seen in France and Spain

the Moon and Stars.

A long tail, a tongue and mouth, full fifty feet above the ground,