I met a sandy boy;
I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,
And left his skin a hanging-o.
Welsh-Gypsy Folk-riddles:
24. I was going over a bridge; I saw a yellow man. I lifted him up.
I drank his blood, and I threw him down.
Lincolnshire riddles (Notes and Queries 3rd series, VIII):
As I was going over London Brig,
I spies a little red thing;
I pick it up, I suck it blood,