English poem
The Sow came in with the Saddle
by Anonymous
The Sow came in with the Saddle The little Pig rock'd the Cradle, The Dish jump'd a top of the Table, To see the Pot wash the Ladle; The Spit that stood behind the Bench Call'd the Dishclout dirty Wench: Ods-plut, says the Gridiron, Can't ye agree, I'm the Head Constable, Bring 'em to me.