Quotes About Folklore

And there, on that road, that very minute, he started to play - the most lonesome music that them priests ever in their lives heard. It brought water out o' their teeth, so it did.

B'gwus is famous because of his wide range of homes. In some places, he's called Bigfoot. In other places, he's Yeti, or the Abominable Snowman, or Sasquatch. To most people, he is the equivalent of the Loch Ness monster, something silly to bring the tourist in. His image is even used to sell beer, and he is portrayed as a laid-back kind of guy, lounging on mountaintops in patio chairs, cracking open a frosty one.

Proverbs save us the trouble of thinking. What we call folk wisdom is often no more than a kind of expedient stupidity.

Turn again, Whittington,Lord Mayor of London.

A proverb and a byword among all people.

Something old, something new,Something borrowed, something blue,And a lucky sixpence in her shoe.

This is the West, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.

What do you get when you cross poison ivy with a four-leaf clover? A rash of good luck.

"The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear,Sic counsels ye give to me, O!"

There were twa sisters sat in a bour;Binnorie, O Binnorie!There came a knight to be their wooer,By the bonnie milldams o' Binnorie.

In fir tar is,In oak none is.In mud eel is,In clay none is.Goats eat ivy.Mares eat oats.

There was a man in our town,And he was wondrous wise;He jumped into a bramble bushAnd scratched out both his eyes.

Jack, be nimble,Jack, be quick,Jack, jump over the candlestick.

"Who killed Cock Robin?""I," said the sparrow,"With my bow and arrow,I killed Cock Robin."

Hickety pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen.Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.

There was an old womanLived under a hill;And if she's not gone,She lives there still.

As I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Each wife had seven sacks,Each sack had seven cats,Each cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?

O do you know the muffin man,The muffin man, the muffin man,O do you know the muffin man,That lives in Drury Lane?

Glos'ter girls they have no combs,Heave away, heave away!They comb their hair with codfish bones.

the myth was a tenacious plant

But the reality is that we are a folk band.

I would love to do something with Mohit Chauhan and other folk artists.

I love Punjabi Folk.

I find all folklore challenging, and I never cease to be grateful that I became a professional folklorist.