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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Stand back, boys, and gi' me a little air, I've got a little o' the groun' hog's hair.
Here he comes right in a whirl,
He's the biggest groun' hog in this worl\
Sam cocked his gun and Dave pulled the trigger, But the one killed the hog was old Joe Digger.
They took 'im by the tail and wagged 'im to a log, And swore by gosh! he's a hell of a hog!
Up stepped Sal with a snigger and a grin: <rWhatcha goin' to do with the groun' hog skin?"
Scrapes 'im down to his head and feet, By damn, Sam, here's a fine pile o' meat!
Carried him to the house and skinned 'im out to bile, I bet forty dollars you could smell 'im fifty mile.
They put 'im in the pot and all begin to smile, They eat that hog before he struck a bile.
Run here, man, hit's bilin'-hot,
Sam and Dave's both eatin' outn the pot.
Old Uncle Jack says, "I'll be damn! If I can't git a foreleg I'll take a ham."
The children screamed and the children cried, They love groun' hog cooked and fried.
Hello, mama, make Sam quit,
He's eatin' all the hog, I can't git a bit.
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