I'm a broken-hearted pig man and I'm o'er head in love
I'm a broken-hearted pig man and I'm o'er head in love
With a young pig from Verwood and I call him my dove.
He had a bright future 'til Alan White came,
Now he's destined for dinner for being so tame.
He's a big pig and a bonny pig
with a nice curly tail
And they ate him at the banquet
at the old Wareham Wail.
His eyes like two piss-holes fresh made in the snow
Would show him his dinner and which way to go.
When I heard him a-grunting "Where is my pig food?"
Like a knackered old klaxon far off in the wood.
He was a nice piggy so big and so fine,
With no hint of his future with the passage of time.
But then came September and the old Wareham Wail,
And his life wasn't worth now two shakes of his tail.
Then Alan came to fetch him and dig out the spit.
He put them in his Landrover when he'd cleaned out the shit.
He had a quick ending, which is a pig's fate,
So he's met with his destiny, and now he's on your plate.
Ejog Elf Oforiti
Suppertime
Suppertime and the piggy is crispy
Fire is cracklin' and the piggy is too
The gravy's rich and the spuds are good looking
So come to the banquet - but watch out for the poo
Oh piggy mine, you were spitted then swallowed
Your house made of straw, has all blown away
Your mummy's ham and your daddy is bacon
You didn't stay healthy with your apple a day
Later this evening we're going to get that pig's head
We'll steal it all, including the squeak
Slice the cheeks off and we'll fry them for breakfast
But please leave the eyes in - they'll see us through the week
The Shanty Annas
Roll Mrs. Piggy, Roll
Oh the finest pig we ever ate
Roll Mrs. Piggy, roll
Was the pig we ate at The Wail banquet
Roll Mrs. Piggy, roll
Now the pig we ate down at Verwood
Looked mighty strange but tasted good
All day long Dave was concentrating
On stoking the fire while the pig was rotating
The recipe used we'd like to learn
Because our pig was done to a turn
It was juicy and plump and not too thin
Had a poker up its bum and its head in a spin
How they cooked it is quite a riddle
Cos it was brown on the outside and charred in the middle
Well we're not going to sing about this pig no more
Cos the Wail pig is really a boar
Brian and Jacqui Ross
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The Sprig of Thyme
Once I had a sprig of thyme
I added to a parsley spray
With rosemary and onions
And other herbs so gay
They stuffed my little pig today
For pork it is a precious thing
And pork, it is the king of
meats
With apple sauce and stuffing
(Oh no! I am not blufing!)
Washed down with cider, it's a
treat
The pig's been roasting on the spit
Crackling turning all the day
You knights and monks and sailors
Merchants, peasants, gaolers
Don't steal my little pig away
On a silver platter place his head
To the Boar's Head Carol bear
him in
To him we'll sing in praise
The marquee roof we'll raise
And so, to feasting we'll begin
Anne Coleman and Dusty
The Pig on the Spit Turns Around
I'm going to a banquet and I ain't afraid
The pig on the spit turns around
The table for the feast is neatly laid
The pig on the spit turns around
Oh let it turn, oh let it turn
The pig on the spit turns around
Oh let it turn, oh let it turn
The pig on the spit turns around
The road to Verwood is bumpy and straight
And Alan will meet you at the gate
Well here's to the cooks and all the crew
The firemen, the barmen we'll drink to you
We're dressed in curtains and in cloaks
The fire outside it flares and smokes
Songs all day and songs all night
Songs by the firepit burning bright
The boar's head in hand bear I
Oh we'll sing the sun into the sky
Tails and trotters we have here
We'll leave the head
Kevin Burrow
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