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I always have to work with something in my eye.
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
What has roots that nobody sees and is taller than trees. Up up up it goes and yet never grows?
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
Little Nancy Etticote in a white petticoat. With a red nose; the longer she stands the shorter she grows.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.