Girl's song

I saw three black pigs riding

In a blue and yellow cart;

Three black pigs riding to the fair

Behind the old grey dappled mare,

But it wasn't black pigs riding

In a gay and gaudy cart

That sent me into hiding

With a flutter in my heart.

I heard the cart returning,

The jolting jingling cart;

Returning empty from from the fair

Behind the old jogtrotting mare

But it wasn't the returning

Of a clatt'ring empty cart,

That sent the hot blood burning

And throbbing thro' my heart.