A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

Over tables and chairs with apparent ease.

The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair;

(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)

And I met with a ballad, I can't say where,

Which wholly consisted of lines like these.

Part II.

She sat, with her hands 'neath her dimpled cheeks,

(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)

And spake not a word. While a lady speaks

There is hope, but she didn't even sneeze.