—His father was a dyer.
As I look'd out o' my chamber window,
I heard something fall;
I sent my maid to pick it up.
But she couldn't pick it all.
—Snuff. From Yorkshire.
Black within, and red without,
Four corners round about.
—A chimney. From Yorkshire.
As I was going o'er London bridge,
I met a drove of guinea pigs;
They were nick'd and they were nack'd,
And they were all yellow back'd.
—A swarm of bees; not a very likely family to meet in that neighbourhood, at least nowadays, but some of the authors of these poems seem to have been continually traversing London bridge.
Higher than a house, higher than a tree;
Oh! whatever can that be?
—A star. From Yorkshire.
Which weighs heavier—
A stone of lead
Or a stone of feather?