n fair
Had set some flowers
Of beauty rare.

Out in the garden
A merry boy
Had planted seeds,
With childish joy,

One naughty pig
Ran to the bed;
Soon lay the flowers
Drooping and dead.

To naughty pigs
Dug up the seeds,
And left, for the boy,
Not even weeds.

Three naughty pigs,
Back in the pen,
Never could do
Such digging again.

For, in their noses,
Something would hurt
Whenever they tried
To dig in the dirt.

Little Biddy

Little Biddy O'Toole, on her three-legged stool,
Was 'atin' her praties so hot;
Whin up stepped the pig,
Wid his appetite big,
And Biddy got down like a shot.

The Spectre Pig

It was the stalwart butcher man
That knit his swarthy brow,
And said the gentle pig must die,
And sealed it with a vow.

And oh! it was the gentle pig
Lay stretched upon the ground,
And ah! it was the cruel knife
His little heart that found.

They took him then those wicked men,
They trailed him all along;
They put a stick between his lips,
And through his heels a thong.

And round and round an oaken beam
A hempen cord they flung,
And like a mighty pendulum
All solemnly he swung.

Now say thy prayers, thou sinful man
And think what thou hast done,
And read thy catechism well,
Thou sanguinary one.

For if its sprite should walk by night
It better were for thee,
That thou were mouldering in the ground,
Or bleaching in the sea.

It was the savage butcher then
That made a mock of sin,
And swore a very wicked oath,
He did not care a pin.

It was the butcher's youngest son,
His voice was broke with sighs,
And with his pocket handkerchief
He wiped his little eyes.

All young and ignorant was he,
But innocent and mild,
And, in his soft simplicity,
Out spoke the tender child--

"Oh! father, father, list to me;
The pig is deadly sick,
And men have hung him by his heels,
And fed him with a stick."

It was the naughty butcher then
That laughed as he would die,
Yet did he soothe the sorrowing child
And bid him not to cry.

"Oh! Nathan, Nathan, what's a pig,
That thou shouldst weep and wail?
Come bear thee like a butcher's child,
And thou shalt have his tail."

It was the butcher's daughter then,
So slender and so fair,
That sobbed as if