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13 The Trial of Dull Witts.

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.

It is an apple tree.

I have a chapple all in green,

Forty children be therein,

Every ſoldier cloath'd in white,

I'll give you a groat to tell me right.

'tis a Pumpkin.

Two brothers they abroad did go,

Whoſe mouth 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 goodwife 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 dropt a pearly dew;

Ten thouſand children follow'd in her train,

Tho' they be here are ſeen in France & Spain,

The Moon and Stars.

A long tail, a tongue and mouth,

full fifty feet above the ground: