THE PIGGIE WHO ROAMED.
Copyright, 1895, by Widmer-Stigler Music Pub. Co.
Words and Music by Roma,
Seated by the fireside, as the shadows fall,
Watching how the light throws figures on the wall,
Mem'ry, ever precious, turns to childhood's days:
To the hour of bed-time, and dear, old mother's lays:
This little pig went to market, and this little pig stayed at home;
This little piggie had nice roast beef, this little piggie had none;
But the piggies that she told us of, there was one little piggie who roamed;
'Twas the piggie who cried, with tears in his eyes, "My way I cannot find home."
But our childhood passes, years so swiftly fly,
Children grow to manhood, marry bye and bye; I
Club-nights' celebrating, out with pigs full grown;
When it's time to leave them, their way they can't find home.-Ref.
All are like the piggies of the nursery rhyme,
Just a life of roaming-some have roast beef fine;
All must come, at last, to the gates with golden domes,
Hoping there's no piggie but finds his pathway home.-Refrain.