Sucky she made answer, For your cow and pig, I’ll tell you, Jacky Jingle, I do not care a fig; I have got a puppy dog, And a pussy cat, And I have got another thing, That’s better far than that.
For I have got a velvet purse, That holds an hundred pounds, ’Twas left me by my grannum, Who now lies under ground. So if your cow and pig, Is all you have in store, You may go home and mind e’m, For now your wooing’s oe’r.
Says Jack, you’re too hasty, I’ve got a horse and cart, And I’ve got a better thing, I’ve got a constant heart; Then if that won’t do, you may Lay mouldy on the shelf, I soon shall get another girl, That’s better than yourself.
Then say little Sue, If your heart be true, This trouble we’ll get through, If things are rightly carried; There’s nothing more to do, ’Twixt Jacky and Sue, None so happy as we two, For now we’ll both be married.
Now after they were married, Some good things to produce, Sucky’s purse and hundred pounds Were quickly put in use; Sucky milk’d the cow, And to make good cheese did try, Jack drove the horse and cart, And minded pig and sty.
End of Project Gutenberg's Jack Jingle, and Sucky Shingle, by Anonymous