There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
"Hoogh," quoth he.
I'll build thee a silver stye,
Honey, quoth she;
And in it thou shalt lie;
"Hoogh!" quoth he.
Pinned with a silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That thou mayst go out and in;
"Hoogh!" quoth he.
Wilt thou now have me,
Honey? quoth she;
"Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" quoth he,
And went his way.
THE JOLLY MILLER
THERE was a jolly miller once
Lived on the River Dee.
He worked and sang from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he;
And this the burden of his song
For ever used to be:
"I care for nobody! no, not I!
And nobody cares for me!"