And men with my blood, they were pleas'd.
Answer. It is a Pipping pounded into Cyder.
Q. A Wide Mouth, no ears nor eyes,
No scorching flames I feel—
Swallow more than may suffice
Full forty at a meal.
A. It is an Oven.
And men with my blood, they were pleas'd.
Answer. It is a Pipping pounded into Cyder.
Q. A Wide Mouth, no ears nor eyes,
No scorching flames I feel—
Swallow more than may suffice
Full forty at a meal.
A. It is an Oven.