A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for childrenA book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children

Ah, Sirrah! I perceive thou art Corn-fed, With best of Hogs-meat thou art pampered. Thou wallowest in thy fat, up thou art stalled, Art not as heretofore to Hogs-wash called. Thine Orts lean Pigs would leap at, might they have it. One may see by their whining how they crave it. But Hog, why lookest so big? Why dost so flounce, So snort, and fling away, dost now renounce Subjection to thy Lord, 'cause he has fed thee? Thou art yet but a Hog, of such he bred thee. Lay by thy snorting, do not look so big, What was thy Predecessor but a Pig. But come my gruntling, when thou art full sed, Forth to the Butchers Stall thou must be led. Then will an end be put unto thy snortings, Unto thy boarish Looks and hoggish Sportings; Then thy shrill cries will echo in the air; Thus will my Pig for all his Greatness fare.

Ah, Sirrah! I perceive thou art Corn-fed, With best of Hoggs-meat thou art pampered. Thou wallow'st in thy fat, up thou art stal'd, Art not as heretofore to Hogs-wash call'd. Thine Orts lean Pigs would leap at, might they have it. One may see by their whining how they crave it. But Hogg, why look'st so big? Why dost so flounce, So snort, and fling away, dost now renounce Subjection to thy Lord, 'cause he has fed thee? Thou art yet but a Hogg, of such he bred thee. Lay by thy snorting, do not look so big, What was thy Predecessor but a Pig. But come my gruntling, when thou art full sed, Forth to the Butchers Stall thou must be led. Then will an end be put unto thy snortings, Unto thy boarish Looks and hoggish Sportings; Then thy shrill crys will eccho in the air; Thus will my Pig for all his Greatness fare.