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 did n'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.