52 Children's IIhymes. 



Moutlied like .-i mill-door, 



Lugged like a cat ; 

 Thougli you guess till noofday, 

 Ye'll no guess that. 

 Ans., Potato pot. 



The following riddle lia.s a very wide range : — 



(,'ouie a riddle, couie a riddle. 

 Come a rot, tot, tot ; 

 A wee wee man wi' a red red coat, 

 A staff in his Jiand and a stone in his throat. 

 Ans., A cherry. 



The following- I first heard in Annandaie : — What i.s it that is 

 very much used and very little thought of ? Ans., A dish-chait. 



I used to feel rather ]uelaucholy at the following narrative, 

 sung in a low, monotonous tone. 



No a beast in a' the glen 

 Laid an egg like Picken's hen ; 

 Some witch wife we dinna ken 

 Sent a whitterock frae its den, 

 Sooked the blood o' Picken's hen. 

 Picken's hens cauld and dead, 

 Lying on the midden head. 



As I grew older I was warned away from straying in woods! 

 by the description of a hobgoblin. Folk-lorists are endeavouring 

 to shew that Shakespeare's " Caliban" was suggested by no book^ 

 of travel, but by the legends current about the men of the woods 

 and caves, who existed in Warwickshire in the dim dawn of his- 

 tory. I am sorry that I retain only four hues descriptive of my 

 terror, but they are graphic enough: — 



And every hair upon his head 



Is like a heather cow ; 

 And every louse that's looking oot 



Is like a bruckit yow (ewe). 



The followmg rhyme was given in autog'raph by Thomas 

 Carlyle to a friend, and has been published in Notes and Queries 

 It is dated Chelsea, February, 1870. 



Simon Brodie had a cow 



He lost his cow and couldna find her ; 



