I doubt, I doubt,
   My fire is out,
My little dame an’t at home;
   Come, bridle my hog,
   And saddle my dog,
And fetch my little dame home.
   Home she came,
   Tritty trot,
She asked for the partridge she left in the pot;
   Some she ate, 
   And some she shod,
And some she gave to the truckler’s dog;
   She took up the ladle and knocked its head,
And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!