Honeyed Butter-roll
Is the man's name
That bears my bag.
Haunch of Mutton
Is my dog's name,
Of lovely leaps.
Lard, my wife,
Sweetly smiles
Across the brose.
Cheese-curds, my daughter,
Goes round the spit,
Fair is her fame.
Corned Beef is my son,
Who beams over a cloak,
Enormous, of fat.
Savour of Savours
Is the name of my wife's maid:
Morning-early
Across New-milk Lake she went.
Beef-lard, my steed,
An excellent stallion
That increases studs;
A guard against toil
Is the saddle of cheese
Upon his back.
A large necklace of delicious cheese-curds
Around his back;
His halter and his traces all
Of fresh butter.
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