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Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig.
So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried,
And Betty Pringle she laid down and died. There is the history of one, two and three, Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggy Wiggie.
Once in my life I married a wife,
And where do you think I found her ? On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen,
And I took up a stick to pound her, She jumped over a barberry-bush,
And I jumped over a timber, I showed her a gay gold ring,
And she showed me her finger.
Ride a cock horse to Charing-Cross,
To see a young woman
Jump on a white horse,
And bells on her toes,
Wherever she goes.
Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair, And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair. And why may not I love Johnny,
And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body ? And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here's a foot for a shoe, And he has a kiss for daddy,
And two for his mammy also. And why may not I love Johnny ?
And why, &c. &c.