Whistle, whistle, Auld Wife
“Whistle, whistle, auld wife. An’ ye’se get a hen.” “I wadna whistle,” quo’ the wife, “Though ye wad gi’e me ten.”
“Whistle, whistle, auld wife, An’ ye’se get a cock.” “I wadna whistle,” quo’ the wife, “Though ye’d gi’e me a flock.”
“Whistle, whistle, auld wife, And ye’se get a goun.” “I wadna whistle,” quo’ the wife, “For the best ane i’ the toun.”
“Whistle, whistle, auld wife, An’ ye’se get a coo.” “I wadna whistle,” quo’ the wife, “Though ye wad gi’e me two.”
“Whistle, whistle, auld wife, An’ ye’se get a man.” “Wheeple-whauple” quo’ the wife, “I’ll whistle as I can.”
Sung with vocal mimicry, the above makes a strikingly effective entertainment.
The song of “The Three Little Pigs” embraces a palpable moral, which not children alone would be the better for taking to heart. I wish I could sing it for you, my reader, as I have heard Mr. Tom Hunt, the well-known animal painter, sing it in social circles in Glasgow:—