DVI.

The sow came in with the saddle, The little pig rock'd the cradle The dish jump'd over the table To see the pot with the ladle. The broom behind the butt Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut: Oh! Oh! says the gridiron, can't you agree? I'm the head constable,--come along with me.

"What do they call you?" "Patchy Dolly." "Where were you born?" "In the cow's horn." "Where were you bred?" "In the cow's head." "Where will you die?" "In the cow's eye."