I've corn and hay in the barn hard by,
And three fat hogs pent up in the sty;
I have a mare and she is coal-black,
I ride on her tail to save her back.
I have a cheese upon the shelf,
And I cannot eat it all myself;
I've three good marks that lie in a rag,
In the nook of the chimney instead of a bag.
To marry I would have thy consent,
But faith, I never could compliment;
I can say nought but 'hoy, gee ho!'
Words that belong to the cart and the plough.
