PART II.

She sat with her hands ’neath her dimpled cheeks (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese), And spake not a word. While a lady speaks There is hope, but she didn’t even sneeze.

She sat, with her hands ’neath her crimson cheeks (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese); She gave up mending her father’s breeks, And let the cat roll in her new chemise.

She sat, with her hands ’neath her burning cheeks (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese), And gazed at the piper for thirteen weeks; Then she follow’d him out o’er the misty leas.

Her sheep follow’d her, as their tails did them (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese), And this song is consider’d a perfect gem, And as to the meaning, it’s what you please.