Poem Drunk Gutter Pig

Henri klickmann 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.

Poem drunk gutter pig.

No one was i disturbing as i lay down by the curbing and a pig came up and lay down by my side. I was walking down the street in drunken pride but my knees were all a flutter so i landed in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side. When a colleen passing by did softly say. The irish pig twas an evening in november as i very well remember i was strolling down the street in drunken pride.

I was walking down the street in tipsy pride. I was walking down the street in manly pride when my heart began to flutter and i fell into the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side as i lay there in the gutter with my heart still in a flutter. I was strolling down the street in drunken pride but my knees were all a flutter and i landed in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side. But my knees were all aflutter so i landed in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side.

And down beside a pig i chanced to lay. Yes i lay there in the gutter thinking thoughts i could not utter when a colleen passing by did softly say ye can tell. The famous pig song clarke van ness music by f. Sure not a word was uttered as we lay there in the gutter til a woman passing by was heard to say you can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses.