The Miser she sent in a Chest to his Wife:
Without e're a Penny in Silver, alas!
Thus she fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce.
This Lady she gave him two Shillings at first,
And bade him be sure he was true to his Trust;
Now for to deliver his Burthen with Care,
For why, I must tell you it is Merchant's Ware:
And thus the poor Miser was made a meer Ass,
She fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce.
Now just as the Porter came to his own Door,