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New York CityMarch 2, 1967

The Lady That Loved a Swine

Anonymous
There was a lady loved a swine,
     "Honey!" quoth she;
"Pig-hog, wilt thou 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;
"That thou mayest go out and in,"
     "Hoogh!" quoth he.

"Wilt thou have me now,
     Honey?" quoth she;
"Speak, or my heart will break,"
     "Hoogh!" quoth he.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Anonymous

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