Clasped to the Pig

Backward and forward I'm reeling and tight— Oh, what a spree I have been on to-night! I've been to McCarthys with Patsy OMaher, And we had the black bottle from under the bar; We drank and we drank, till we banished all care, And gave not a thought to foul weather or fair; And now, on the floor, I'm curled up in a heap— Oh, leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep!

[Chorus] I’m clasped to the pig, in a loving embrace. The hairs on his curly tail tickling my face; It's no use of telling me sober to keep: So, leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep.

Over my head, in the days that are gone, Gayly I flourished my knotty black-thorn: Oh, if I only but had it tonight. Maybe I wouldn't be off for a fight! And if Pat Murphy I happened to meet, It's an elegant ruction we’d have in the street: He'd soon be mighty glad in a knot-hole to creep— Arrah! leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep!

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Drop down by the pig, here, and share his embrace; Let my red whiskers lie close to your face; This craythur won't hurt you, he’ll do you no harm: Lie down by me, Biddy, and keep my back warm, Squeeze me up tight, as you've oft done before I'll sing you to sleep wid the sound of my snore; The rats and the mice all around us may creep— So, leave me to sleep, Biddy leave me to sleep!

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