And the hide for leather.
Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.*
* A different version of the above, commencing, My Billy Aroms, is current in the nurseries of Cornwall. One verse runs as follows:
In comes the horner,
Who roguery scorns,
And gives me three farthings
For poor cowly's horns.
This is better than our reading, and it concludes thus:
There's an end to my cowly,
Now she's dead and gone;