The cowherd obeyed, and when they had supped he laid the bones of the calf in a row at one end of the hut, and the two laid down and slept. At daybreak the cowherd arose and went out, and he saw his calf whose flesh they had eaten the night before eating the grass before the hut; and he had got all his bones except the one which the Lord God had taken, and which sounded merrily in a great bell that hung round his neck. But the village, with its wicked and inhospitable inhabitants, was swallowed up entirely, except the cabin into which the Lord had entered, and in its place there was a great lake, whose clear waters were as blue as the sky. That lake is called Lhéon."—A Lady's Walks in the South of France, by Mary Eyre, London, 1865, pp. 293-294.
DERBYSHIRE and CUMBERLAND COUNTING-OUT AND CHILDREN'S GAME-RHYMES,
Copied down from word of mouth, by Robert Charles Hope.
I.
Ink, pink, pen and ink,
I command you for to wink,
Rottom bottom dish clout,
O. U. T. spells out,
So out goes she.—(Derbyshire.)
II.
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One, two, three, four, |
One, two, three, four, |
III.
Horcum borcum Curious Corkum
Herricum berricum buzz;
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,
Stick, stock, stone dead.—(Derbyshire.)
