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Price of My Pig 
In the year twenty nine when the weather was fine I first made me way to the sweet fair of Trim For to sell a fine swine it was my design She was plump fat and fair and complete in each limb This pig was as mild as a lamb or a child You could whip her all over the world with a twig And the truth for to tell, I sold her quite well Two pounds ten was the price that I got for my pig 
I slapped the cash to me thigh saying "I'll drink by and by" Down the street I did fly, like a sporting young buck When a handsome young dame who belonged to the game She right up to me came to be sure for good luck She gave me a wink to go in for a drink Inveigled me up to dance Hennessy's Jig Twas at the wheel round she slipped her hand down And then left me quite scarce of the price of my pig! 
Like a man in despair when I missed me fair share I went tearing me hair seeking her up and down Every corner and lane I did search out in vain But a sprig of this dame sure could never be found Meet her well I will or I surely will kill This I swear by the hair on Lord Norbury's wig Till the day that I die my revenge I will try On the dame that did rob me the price of me pig 
On to Navan next day sure I then took me way For I heard people say that this dame had been seen But when I got there, having some time to spare I wetted me care with a drop of poteen The first to come in, it was Tatterjack Flynn And we danced a few steps of a nice double jig Thinking, aye, be-and-by that I'd soon set me eye
 On the dame that did rob me the price of me pig 
Oh by Tara by Skreen, by the Bog of Armeen By John Paddy McGee by the high Hill of Howth By the Church, by the bell , by the great Book of Kells Fort to swear anymore, do you know that I'm loath! If the Lord of Mayo he but heard of me woe I'm sure he would come in a chaise or a gig 
And he'd search the land round till this dame would be found And be clattered in pound for the price of me pig 
Now that it's so, its homeward I'll go My shuttle I'll throw and from drink I'll refrain I'll stick to me loom while my youth is in bloom And I'll never be caught by a strumpet again Sincerely I swear and I swear I'm sincere Not a week will go by or a month or a year That upon that transaction I'll have satisfaction All on that bad action that lost me me pig! 
A pig-jig! MR apr97