There was an old sow with three little pigs, and besake she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their wealth. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:
"Bid, man, give to me that straw to build for me a house."
Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Then came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said:
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
To which the pig answered:
"No, no, by the hair off my chiny chin chin."
The wolf then answered to that:
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.
The twith little pig met a man with a bundle off furze and said:
"Bid, man, give to me that furze to build a house."
Which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said:
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair off my chiny chin chin."
"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he ate up the little pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load off bricks, and said:
"Bid, man, give to me those bricks to build a house with."
So the man gave to him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said:
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair on my chiny chin chin."
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and huffed and puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he boded:
"Little pig, I know where there is a nice field off turnips."
"Where?" said the little pig.
"Oh, in Lord Smith's homefield, and if you will be ready tomorrow, I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for our eveningmeal."
"Sheer well," said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?"
"Oh, at six off clock."
Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about six), who said:
"Little pig, are you ready?"
The little pig said: "Ready! I have been and come back again, and got a nice potful for undern-meal."
The wolf felt swith angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he boded:
"Little pig, I know where there is a nice appletree."
"Where?" said the pig.
"Down at Merrigarden," answered the wolf, "and if you will not let me down, I will come for you at five off clock tomorrow and get some apples."
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morn at four off clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that straight as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf nearing, which, as you may think, frightened him much. When the wolf came up, he said:
"Little pig, what! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?"
"Yes, sooth," said the little pig. "I will throw you down one."
And he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the little pig leaped down and ran to home. The next day, the wolf came again, and boded to the little pig:
"Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?"
"Oh yes," said the pig, "I will go; what time shall you be ready?"
"At three," said the wolf. So the little pig went off before the time as ettled, and got to the fair, and bought a butterchurn, which he was going home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned it round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much, that he ran to home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig's house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him. Then the little pig said:
"Hah, I frightened you, then. I had been to the fair and bought a butterchurn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill."
Then the wolf was much angry indeed, and boded that he would eat up the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full off water, and made up a blazing fire, and, straight as the wolf was climbing down, took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the lid again in an instant, seethed him up, and ate him for evemeal, and lived happy ever after.