ROSS patch,
Draw the latch,
And sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup,
And drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in.
There was a lady loved a swine
There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
Grunt, quoth he.
[Pg 222] I'll build thee a silver stye
Honey, quoth she;
And in it thou shalt lie;
Grunt, quoth he.
Pinned with a silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That you may go out and in;
Grunt, quoth he.
Wilt thou now have me,
Honey, quoth she;
Grunt, grunt, grunt, quoth he,
And went his way.
Robin-a-Bobbin
Robin-a-Bobbin
Bent his bow,
Shot at a pigeon,
And killed a crow.