"Whose little pigs are these, these, these,
And whose little pigs are these?"
"They are Johnny Cook's,
I know them by their looks,
And I found them among the peas."
"Go pound them! go pound them!"
"I dare not for my life,
For though I don't love Johnny Cook,
I dearly love his wife."
I had a little hobby-horse,
His name was Neddy Grey,
His head was stuffed with pea-straw,
His tail was made of hay.
He could nibble, he could trot,
He could carry the mustard pot,
From the table to the shop.
Whoa! Neddy Grey.