The farmer he strode through the square farm-yard;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
His last brew of ale was a trifle hard—
The connexion of which with the plot one sees.
The farmer’s daughter hath frank blue eyes;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
She hears the rooks caw in the windy skies,
As she sits at her lattice and shells her peas.
The farmer’s daughter hath ripe red lips;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)