PIG AND THE INEBRIATE (long version)

FRIENDSHIP WITH A HOG



One evening last October, when I was far from sober

And dragging home a load with manly pride

My feet began to stutter and I fell down in the gutter

And a pig came up and parked right by my side



Then I mumbled, "It's fair weather when good comrades get together"

Till a lady passing by was heard to say,

"You can tell a man that boozes by the playmates that he chooses"

Then the pig got up and slowly walked away



I began to scratch the gravel, on my all fours I did travel

I rambled down the road the best I could

When I awoke next morning, just as the day was dawning

I was in a hog pen away out in the woods

Then the hogs began to grumble, I started and I stumbled

I fell right in their midst and there I lay

Then one by one they started, till all the herd departed

Yes, every hog got up and walked away



Now lately I've been thinking that I will quit my drinking

I'm going to leave off whiskey, beer and grog

For there's no consolation, but only aggravation

You can't even find friendship with a hog



@drink @animal

printed in Folksongs of the Blue Ridge Mountains

collected from John Daniel Vass, who may have written the last 3

verses

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