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20 Fatherless and motherles, and wanting the skin, It spoke when it came to the world, and it never spoke again

a Fart

A gentleman all cloth'd in green, oft stands behind the door, He serves in every family, both with the rich and poor.

a Broom Besom

I saw an old man running in haste No foes being near him, yet he was chac'd, Down he sat and tether'd his foal Left his tether stick, and brought home the hole, a Man running to ease himself.

A man and his wife as they travell’d the way, And meeting with a young man,

She kiss'a him tenderly: Her husband said Good wife Is that man your brother,

That you act so kindly in kissing one another, Sister nor brother, said she, had I never none, But that lad's moth r lay in my mother's womb, Now you who will this riddle read, Consider it well before you speak and see, How sib this old woman and man can be.

Her Son.

There was a man of leather, Went through a muir of heather, Through a rock, through a reel, Through an old spinning wheel,