Well, it was long ago, my friend In times of Avon's Bard There lived a maiden in West End Who loved to lie in mud Her parents cried, her neighbours laughed, But all they did was not enough - That lady walked along the town From up to down in mud
Chorus: Heiah, Heiah, Look with all your eyes To the East, and West, and South, and North - Where the Piggy Valley lies
Her eyes were green, her hair was gold, Her figure was all right Her pretty sight would one behold - He'd think of her all night But if he offeres her his heart, Her face would smile, so fair and smart She'd say: "OK, I like your style, Come lie with me in mud"
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Now, no one knows, I should confess, Where does she live today She had no children, as you guess, And no man, anyway But people say, she ran one day To the Piggy Valley, far away And there she happily lived her days From up to down in mud