Little Betty Pringle, She had a pig, Not very little And not very big, When he was alive He lived in clover, But now he's dead, And that's all over. Billy Pringle He sat down and cried, Betty Pringle She laid down and died; So there was the end of One, two, and three: Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the piggy wiggy. |
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