A pig, a pig!
Who’ll buy my pig?
Thou’ll nowhere find a pig as big
Fresh and dainty from producer;
Who is there that can refuse her?
Who will have her? What, will you, sir?
You’ll find that she’s worth two, sir!
My pig, my pig
Goodbye, my pig!
I never more can dance a jig
Now from me her form is taken
I am to my marrow shaken;
Yesterday alive, today gone;
And very shortly she’ll be bacon!
( A song in mock-serious mood for Miss Cissie Costain).