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12 The Royal Riddle Book: or,

As I went over hettery tottery,

I ſpy'd a cuterel playing with her cambril,

And cry'd, Ho, neighbour hó,

Lend me your gun and go,

To ſhoot at your cuterel, playing with her cambril,

And you ſhall have the curl of the doe.

It was a man who called to his neighbour

for a gun to ſhoot a Deer, and he ſhould

have her umbles.

My lord and my lady together were brought,

Brechleſs & bare-arfe together they wrought,

To make up the matter, one hole in another,

Crinklam cranklum their arſes went together.

A Malt Mill,

At the end of my yard there is a vat,

Foor and twenty ladies dancing in that ;

Some in green gowns, and ſome in blew hats,

I count him a wiſe man who tells me that.

A field of Flax.

Two lookers, two crookers,

Four hangers, four gangers,

And a flap to ſcar the flies a way.

A Cow

Here is a thing that nothing is,

'Tis fooliſh, wanton, ſober, wiſe;

It hath no wings nor eyes, nor ears,

And yet it flies, it ſees, it hears,

it lives by loſs, it feels no ſmart,

It lives in woe, it liveth not,

Yet evermore that hungry elf,

Doth feed on nothing but itſelf:

The Moon,