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Title
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Parson and the sucking pig
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Singer
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Morgan, Daniel
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Come, men and maids, and listen a-while,
I'll tell you of a rig,
About the farmer and the parson,
And a little sucking pig.
Chorus
So good morning, sir, the parson said,
And good morning, sir, to you.
I'm come to claim the sucking pig,
For you know it is my due.
Verse 2
You choose me one that's plump and fat,
For it is my design,
This day I've asked a friend or two,
To come with me and dine.
Chorus
Verse 3
The farmer jumped into the sty,
And the little pigs did squall,
The farmer picked the parson out,
The smallest of them all.
Chorus
Verse 4
But when the parson saw the same,
How he did stamp and roar,
He stamped his foot and shook his wig,
And almost cursed and swore.
Chorus
Verse 5
'Well now, then,' says the farmer,
'Since my offer you refuse,
You're welcome in,' the farmer said,
'Yourself to pick and choose.'
Chorus
Verse 6
Then the parson jumped into the sty,
Without any more ado,
The old sow she ran open mouthed,
And at the parson flew.
Chorus
Verse 7
The little pigs his stocking tore,
And his breech they split in two,
The old sow pushed her nose between his legs,
And in the mud him threw.
Chorus
Verse 8
The parson jumped out of the sty,
And off home he did run,
And you'd have split your sides a-laughing,
To see how he was gone.
Chorus
Verse 9
His wife was waiting at the door,
All for to let him in,
Get out, you bitch, the parson cried,
I'm almost dead with pain.
Chorus
Verse 10
I met with such sad, cruel usage,
In that erratic sty,
I'll never relish a sucking pig,
Until the day I die.
Chorus
