But, as you seem a stranger here,
Be pleas’d to walk into my sty,
A little hut as plain as I.
Pray venture through the humble door;
And tho’ your entertainment’s poor,
With me you shall be sure to find
An open heart and honest mind;
And that’s a dainty seldom found
On cedar floors and city ground.”
Thus far the Sow had preach’d by rule,