American Old Time Song Lyrics: 38 Widdy Mccarthys Pig
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 38
WIDDY MCCARTHY'S PIG.
Copyright, 1892, by W. Schmiel.
Music by W. C. Schroder.
The widdy McCarthy was poor and distressed,
And she lived in a mean little cot,
But the pride of her heart and the toy of her breast
Was the nate little pig that she'd got,
Wid his two twinkling eyes, that were both of a size.
And his tail in a double-bow knot.
Whenever the widdy McCarthy was glad.
The pig he would caper and sing,
And if she was weeping, or even seemed sad,
That pig did the very same thing;
'Till, I'm sure you'd have thought when you looked at the two
That a couple more loving no one ever knew
And so this fond pair travelled over life's road,
'Till they came to the foot of the hill.
Where the widdy died first in a manner that showed
It was want of breath kept her so still;
And that pig dropped a tear when he looked at her face.
And he died in the very same place.-Refrain.