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Lancashire Rhymes, &c.
Meal-porridge hot,
Meal-porridge cold,
Meal-porridge in a pot,
Nine days old.
Beef and bacon boiled in a hat;
In four letters spell me that.
Ans.—T-h-a-t
Higgledy-piggledy,
Here we lie;
Picked and plucked,
And put in a pie.
Ans.—Pigeons.
LANCASHIRE RHYMES.
Lancashire law—
No stakes, no draw.
This is often quoted by those who, having lost a wager, do not wish to pay, on the ground that no stakes had been deposited.
As foolish as monkeys
Till twenty or more;
As bold as lions
Till forty and four;
As cunning as foxes
Till threescore and ten,
They then become asses,
Or something—not men.
WEATHER RHYMES.
If red the sun begins his race,
Expect that rain will fall apace.
