Little Dame Crump, with her little hair broom,
One morning was sweeping her little bedroom,
When, casting her little grey eyes on the ground,
In a sly little corner a penny she found.

" Ods bobs! " cried the Dame, while she stared with surprise.
" How lucky I am! bless my heart, what a prize!
To market I'll go, and a pig I will buy,
And little John Gubbins shall make him a stye. "

So she washed her face clean, and put on her gown,
And locked up the house, and set off for the town;
When to market she went, and a purchase she made
Of a little white pig, and a penny she paid.

When she'd purchased the pig, she was puzzled to know
How they both should get home, if the pig would not go;
So fearing lest piggie should play her a trick,
She drove him along with a little crab stick.

Piggie ran till they came to the foot of a hill,
Where a little bridge stood o'er the stream of a mill;
Piggie grunted and squeaked, but no farther would go;
Oh, fie! Piggie, fie! to serve little Dame so.

She went to the mill, and she borrowed a sack
To put the pig in, and took him on her back;
Piggie squeaked to get out, but the little Dame said,
" If you won't go by fair means, why, you must be made. "

At last to the end of her journey she came,
And was mightily glad when she got the pig hame;
She carried him straight to his nice little stye,
And gave him some hay and clean straw nice and dry.

With a handful of peas then Piggie she fed,
And put on her night-cap and got into bed;
Having first said her prayers, she extinguished the light
And being quite tired, we'll wish her good night.