Collected from ‘Flora McIntyre, and a little girl, Catherine MacArthur, at Ballygrant, twelve years of age’:
I see to me, I see from me,
Two miles and ten over the sea,
The man of the green boatie,
And his shirt sewn with a thread of red.
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A bent crooked stick between two glens,
When moves the crooked bent stick
Then move the two glens.
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Two strings as long as each other.
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No bigger it is than a barleycorn,
And it will cover the board of the king.
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It came out of flesh, and has no flesh within,
It tells a story without ever a tongue.
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Twelve brethren in one bed,
And no one of them at the front or the wall.
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It is higher than the king’s house,
It is finer than silk.
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A waveless well, it holds its fill of flesh and blood.
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Blacky, blacky, out at the door and a human bone in her mouth.
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from Popular Tales of the West Highlands (1860)
collected by John Francis Campbell (1860–1885)
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