RIDDLES. 159

 

CCLXIII.

As I was going o’er London Bridge
I met a drove of guinea pigs;
They were nicked and they were nacked,
And they were all yellow backed.
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.

CCLXIV.

WHICH weighs heavier—
A stone of lead
Or a stone of feather ?

They both weigh alike.

CCLXV.

LILLYLOW, lillylow, set up on an end,
See little baby go out at town end.
A candle.

[‘‘ Lillylow” is a North-country term for the flame of a candle. Low, A.S. lig, is
universal. ]

CCLXVI.

AT the end of my yard there is a vat,—
Four-and-twenty ladies dancing in that;

Some in green gowns, and some with blue hat:.
‘Te is a wise man who can tell me that.

A field of flax,