On the oak I do stand,
I ride a mare that never was foaled,
And hold the bridle in my hand.
—A sailor on board ship.
See Story No. 26, p. 33. [↑]
[71] Cf. Nursery Rhymes of England (Halliwell), 93.
Irish Folk-lore Riddles, 68.
Holme riddles, 223:
(27) j have a little boy in a white cote the bigger he is the lesser he goes. [↑]
[72] Cf. West Highlands (Campbell), 2:419: