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Little Jack Dandy-praty was my first suitor;
He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;
He'd linen and woolen, and woolen and linen,
A little pig on a string cost him his first shilling.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son.
Stole a pig and away did run;
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
Till he run crying down the street.
As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig,
Upon my word of honor.
Whose little pigs are these, these, these?
Whose little pigs are these?
They are Roger the Cook's, I know by their looks;
I found them among my peas.
Higglety, pigglety, pop!
The dog has eaten the mop;
The pig's in a hurry,
The cat's in a flurry,
Higglety, pigglety, pop!
Little Betty Winckle she had a pig,
It was a little pig and not very big;
When he was alive he lived in clover,
But now he's dead, and that's all over;
Johnny Winckle, he
Sat down and cried,
Betty winkle she
Laid down and died;
So there was an end of one, two, and three,
Johnny Winckle He,
Betty Winckle She,
And Piggy Wiggie.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
Stole a pig and away they run;
The pig got loose and they stole a goose,
And all got thrown in the calaboose.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed home,
This little pig had roast beef,
This little pig had none,
And this little pig cried, Wee-wee-wee
All the way home.
Let us go to the wood, says this little pig;
What to do there? says that pig;
To look for my mother, says this pig;
What to do with her? says that pig;
Kiss her to death, says this pig.
This pig went to the barn.
This ate all the corn.
This said he would tell.
This said he wasn't well.
This went week, week, week, over the door sill.
There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hot, wilt thou be mine?
Hoogh, quoth he.
I'll build thee a silver stye,
Honey, quoth she,
And in it thou shall lye.
Hoogh, quoth he.
Pinned with a silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That thou may go out and in.
Hoogh, quoth he.
Wilt thou have me now,
Honey, quoth she,
Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh, quoth he,
And went his way.
Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
A little pig found a fifty-dollar note,
And purchased a hat and a very fine coat,
With trousers, and stockings, and shoes,
Cravat, and shirt-collar, and gold-headed cane,
Then proud as could be, did he march up the lane;
Says he, 'I shall hear all the news."
My learned friend and neighbor Pig,
Odds bobs and bills, and dash my wig!
'Tis said that you the weather know;
Please tell me when the wind will blow.
Granfa' Grig had a pig,
In a field of clover;
Piggie died, Granfa' cried,
And all the fun was over.
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