THE LADY IN LOVE

There was a lady loved a swine.
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog, wilt you be mine?
Hoogh, quoth he.

I'll build thee a silver sty,
Honey, quoth she,
And in it thou shalt lie.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Pinned with a silver pin
Honey, quoth she,
Tha thou may go out and in.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Wilt thou have e now,
Honey, quoth she,
Speak or my heart will break.
Hoogh, quoth he.