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 may go out and in. Hoogh, quoth he. Wilt thou have me now, Honey? quoth she. Speak or my heart will break. Hoogh, quoth he. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BE STRONG by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE CHURCH FLOORE by GEORGE HERBERT THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |