As ever rooted up the grass:
Eager as bees on making honey
To stuff his self. Bill did decide
To buy un with the cider money
And fat un up for Easter-tide.
He bought un, but no net ’ad got
To kip thic pig inside the boat.
“The’ll drown wi’ pig and all at ferry!”
Cried one. Said Fry, “Go, bring some perry,
And this old drinking-horn you got,