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
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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.