Pork and Ham
Says I old man, your pig must die
And we say so and we hope so
Because old man your pig we'll fry
Pork and ham
We'll roast him on a great big spit
And the fire is fuelled by good horse shit
The finest pork we've got for you
And it didn't even go "Achoo"
Poor piggy, he's a dreadful sight
That's not the pig, that's Alan White
With a shovel we hit the pig
But it didn't dance and it didn't jig
Hitting pigs with a shovel is awful wrong
Besides that comes from another song
We see that Les is our new Lord
This proves the case that Les is more
Too few folk are at Ware - ham
And we say so and we hope so
So next year it's a tin of Spam
Pork and spam, spam, spam, spam
Spam, spam, spam, spam
Lovely spam, wonderful spam...
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Singing Still
Round goes the pig of fortune, don't be afraid to try
There's a land of swill and bacon waits on the other side
There'll be sauce and there'll be scratchings
Black pudding we can grill
As we go rolling home and we keep singing still
Singing still and we keep singing still
And we keep singing, singing and we keep singing still
The top table in their finery do order us about
They're drinking port and brandy while we drink ale and stout
With pork and all the trimmings
Their bellies they do fill
As we go rolling home and we keep singing still
The frost is on the flysheets, the icy winds do blow
While we poor weary campers are standing in a row
The loos are blocked with toilet rolls
They brim to overspill
As we go rolling home and we keep singing still
So pass the bottle round, let each man have a pee
Here's a health to every wailer whoever he may be
Let's join in song forever
Enjoy our annual thrill
As we go rolling home and we keep singing still
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Here's to the Boar's Head
Here's to the boar's head on platter so fine
Pray carve us a slice with a jug of good wine
With a jug of good wine or a flagon of beer
Or we'll come back and sing to you this time next year
And here is to Sarah the kitchen's bright gem
Cooking maggots ant worms for our hunger to stem
For our hunger to stem and to soak up the beer
Well-deserved was her shower in hot luxury
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Two Jolly Bishops
Now we are 2 bishops here at The Wail
He's gay, she's a lady as you all can tell
We have come here to party dressed up to the nines
And we'll eat and we'll drink and have a good time
Blessing on Sir Alan, a valiant knight
And to Lady Nicky, a star shining bright
The Hall it is decked out with all of the best
For fine lords and ladies and all of the rest
The serfs and the peasants they sit below salt
We look down and shudder, what a horrible sight
They drool and they burp and also they fart
At the medieval hog roast they all play their part
The pig it is roasted, the smell is divine
The taste we all know will be very fine
Blessing on the cooks and the wenches who serve
To sing all this rubbish, it takes plenty nerve
Copyright Lisbeth Carnie 2009
Raw Pig
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Raw pig!
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Though your arms are burnin'
Keep that pig a-turnin'
Raw pig!
Rain and wind and sunshine
We started at lunchtime
Wishin' my gal was by my side
All the things I'm missin'
Good vittals, beer and singin'
Are waiting at the end of my wind
Baste the pig! Drain the tray!
Drain the tray! Baste the pig!
Baste the pig! Drain the tray!
Raw pig!
Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep that pig a movin'
Raw pig!
Don't you try to taste it
Just salt and pepper and baste it
Soon we'll be living high upon the hog
My stomach's calculatin'
My banquet will be waitin'
Be waitin' at the end of my wind
Hyaa!
CHORUS
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Hyaa!
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Hyaa!
Raw pig!
Raw pig!
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