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|On:||The Irish Rovers, Tales to Warm Your Mind|
I once had a pig that loved me
We lived in a shed in the country
In a middle class district of Dunfries
But that sad kind of pig was he
|Pigs can't swim and pigs can't fly But pigs can see the wind go by Pigs make lovely household friends When winter comes and summer ends.|
Each week that lofty beastie Would beg with eyes so misty To take a boat o'er to England His life dreams to fulfill.
To plunge into the Channel Swim to France would be his gamble Lord Chadwick couldn't hold a candle To such a darin' pig as he.
"Are you tired of me?" I asked him "Will our friendship not be lastin'?" But he told me I was graspin' And he needed to be free.
"So will you take me there tomorrow?" "In a pigs eye" I said with sorrow So he drowned himself in the bathtub (Naughty boy) and I had porkchops for me tea.
Early in the morning So early in the morning. So early in the morning. Before the break of day.