Thank you so much! I loved it Eileen Shapiro -------------- Original message -------------- From: "Brendan Jones" <brendanj@gofree.indigo.ie> > Re The Pig Poem/Song. > > > > > > 'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober, > I was carting home a load with manly pride, > When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter, > And a pig came up and lay down by my side. > Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter, > Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say: > "You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses," > Then the pig got up and slowly walked away. > > Then I heard a gentle mooing, it was like a pigeon cooing, > As a home returning cow stopped in her stride, > And her eyes were big and gentle; her expression sentimental, > As she curtsied low and sat down by my side. > Then I saw her eyelids flutter and a tear fell in the gutter, > As the owner of the cow did loudly say: > "Leave that brute this moment, Sonja, or your milk will curdle on ya," > Then the cow got up and slowly walked away. > > Then the moon began to shine in that old gutter I reclined in, > Thinking of the weakness of the human race, > When a dog sat down beside me, and I thought he came to chide me, > Till he gently licked the stubble on my face. > In the gutter, still reclining, I began "Sweet Adeline-ing," > While the dog raised up his head to loudly bay; > Then his mistress said, "Come, Fido, that disgusting man may bite you," > Then the dog got up and slowly walked away. > . > Down the street there came a clatter, and a gentle pitter-patter, > As a pair of goats along the gutter ran; > And it seemed that Billy knew me, for he quickly drew up to me, > While his wife munched on an empty sardine can. > Then again my pulse did flutter, and my heart was soft as butter; > Till the Nanny goat, unto her mate, did say: > "William dear, your social status don't include men such as that is," > Then the goat got up and slowly walked away. > > Then I started in to mutter and I rose up from the gutter, > Then I sadly went about my lonely way; > I was weary, sick and busted; I was really quite disgusted, > And I vowed to sign the pledge that very day. > For each humble, lowly creature, a great lesson he can teach ya, > Like the one learned while I in the gutter lay; > In the tavern, do not tarry, when you've got all you can carry, > But take up your load and slowly walk 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. > > > Regards, > > Brendan Jones. > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "John J Harrington Jr." > To: > Sent: Saturday, September 13, 2008 9:46 PM > Subject: [BEARA] Let's do it the hard way > > > > I learned a version different in several ways from the words provided by > Danny Harrington on 12 September, words I learned as a poem, not as a song: > > > > 'Twas one night in last October > > when I was far from sober > > and holding up a jag with manly pride > > when my knees began to flutter > > and I fell down in the gutter > > and a pig came and lay down by my side > > .... (missing words).... > > .... a passerby was heard to say > > "you can tell the one that boozes > > by the company he chooses" > > and the pig got up and slowly walked away. > > > > Sorry about the forgotten words but I learned this some sixty or so years > ago. In the same book was the poem about "A Chilly Day for Willy". > > > > Jack Harrington > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > BEARA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in > the subject and the body of the message > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to BEARA-request@rootsweb.com > with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of > the message