But still she said, ‘I smell it!
Oh! pray sir, give me some

For this our wedding supper ;
Do, dearest, fee-fo-fum !’

In vain the Pheasant came in,
Though lazy still she lays ;

The bride is out of temper,
And gives no golden praise.

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The Violin appearing,
Made a low graceful bow,

And said, ‘ My noble master,
What tune would you like now ?’

‘What music would you like, dear ?’
‘Oh! anything that’s handy!

I love a merry jig best :
Let us have “Drops of Brandy !”’

 

The Giant wants his gold jug,
Ape perpetrates a joke ;

Says, ‘ Long ago it was cracked,
And that last night it broke.’

‘Go fetch the golden fiddle,
And don’t forget the bow ;
We'll have some dancing music

Ere for our stroll we go.

The fiddle screwed her head up,
And dancing with her bow,

Skipped round to her own music ;
The Giantess laughed so,

That with her lord she danced too,
As fast as she was able,

A kind of giant galop,
Around the small deal table.