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.