If they were not, I will have you skinned alive, every mother's son of you, like the eels at Melun; and now, begone!
"Captain Fracasse" by Theophile Gautier
Louise's mother still related how she had first arrived in Paris with a basket of eels.
"The Fat and the Thin" by Emile Zola
An eel-mother and her son were lying at the bottom of the sea, close to the landing-stage, watching a young fisherman getting ready his line.
"In Midsummer Days and Other Tales" by August Strindberg
Their mother had been fishing up the river and had caught a tremendous eel.
"Roof and Meadow" by Dallas Lore Sharp
Twice a year his foster-mother's brother, the eel-man from Fjaltring, up near Rovbierg, paid them a visit.
"The Sand-Hills of Jutland" by Hans Christian Andersen
I've ate an eel-pie, mother; make my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon!
"The Nursery Rhymes of England" by Various
Mother Eel was fussy.
"Among the Pond People" by Clara Dillingham Pierson
I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.
"Renaissance in Italy: Italian Literature" by John Addington Symonds
"And what did she give you, Lord Randall, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?"
"Eels fried in broo; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie doon."
"Lord Randall" by Anonymous British