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 Honeyed Butter-roll Is the man's name
 * That bears my bag.

Haunch of Mutton Is my dog's name,
 * Of lovely leaps.

Lard, my wife, Sweetly smiles
 * Across the brose.

Cheese-curds, my daughter, Goes round the spit,
 * Fair is her fame.

Corned Beef is my son, Who beams over a cloak,
 * Enormous, of fat.

Savour of Savours Is the name of my wife's maid: Morning-early Across New-milk Lake she went.

Beef-lard, my steed, An excellent stallion
 * That increases studs;

A guard against toil Is the saddle of cheese
 * Upon his back.

A large necklace of delicious cheese-curds
 * Around his back;

His halter and his traces all
 * Of fresh butter.