Piggy the Roaster
These words were composèd by Cornwall songwriters
And others from England and some parts of Wales
The words they confusèd, to laughter reducèd
And this was the reason they went off the rails
In Verwood in Dorset these writers assembled
To sing of a pig going round on a spit
With Russell's dark porter instead of clear water
They camped for a while in a field of horse shit
It tasted far sweeter than the Gold Russ had brewèd
Far sweeter than honey so we drank it all
In caravans and campers and tents made of canvas
And under a dome watching Pete's flashing balls
Then Brian arrivèd with erupting volcano
With vinegar and soda to make it go fizz
For lack of a fishing tank we usèd a table
While Kathy sat fiddling, constructing her wizz - ard
Right early next morning as daylight was dawning
A piggy arrivèd to join in the fun
He looked so surprisèd when Alan advancèd
And took a big spike - rammed it straight up his bum
The wailers gathered round him for the crickle, crackle, crunching
Fine meat, roast potatoes and juice from the vine
This table's the winner at singing for dinner
So we'll finish with cheeses, stilton and port wine
The Celtic Songwriters. 2008
The Wail
Oh say were you ever at The Wail?
Oh, Verwood!
It's there that a banquet is held every year
And we're bound for a blood good Wail!
Then away, love, away
Way down Verwood!
So fare ye well my pretty young gal
And we're bound for a bloody good Wail!
There's Alan and Nicky and other friends too
Between them they manage to feed the whole crew
The pig is spit-roasted for the whole day
Toasted in song and washed down with ale
Voices are raised and praises sung
Led by Pete Collins and Jim Ma-ca-dam
Colin Carnie. 2008
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My Piggy Lies Over the Fire
My piggy lies over the fire
My piggy lies over the spit
This morning he bounced around Dorset
Tonight he is deep in the ...
Bring me, bring me, bring me some piggy to eat, to eat
Bring me, bring me, bring me some piggy to eat, to eat
This morning the piggy was happy
Filling his belly with grass
This evening he's not quite so jolly
He's got a big spike up his ...
This morning the piggy was blissful
Rolling around in the muck
This evening he's looking quite edgy
You can hear him thinking "Oh ..."
Now piggy's impaled on a flagpole
He no longer gambols and frolics
They've carved him all up into pieces
Is anyone up for his ...?
Copyright © MCCCCVIII Middell Barre Peasants Collective
Drink the Barrel Dry
Lords and ladies come to dine
All dressed so mighty fine
Oh give us some food that I might scoff
Because we are the toffs
We need some wine to quaff
And then we'll drink, drink and we'll drink the barrel dry
So raise your glasses high
Chef came to my door
He looks as black as any Moor
Oh give me some ale that I might swallow
I've a pig upon a spit
I've spent all day roasting it
So I'll drink, drink, drink the barrel dry
At least I will have a try
Pork, lovely pork, all along with apple sauce
With me little bit of cracklin on the side
With me meat and my 2 veg
A little something on the side
And a portion, portion, portion with a portion
We want a portion 5 times a day
Now I am near replete, I want something spiced and sweet
A little something with my fruity roll
Something sweet and warm
A spotted dick and Cornish cream
And now we'll sing, sing, sing and we'll sing
And we'll sing our hearts out until dawn
Author(s) unknown
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