Hey guys
This is a fun old Irish folk song.Its described as an anti drinking song.
The character in the song goes on a night out gets blind drunk and ends up sleeping in the pig sty.
"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 ? heap—
Just, leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep!
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 to-night.
May-be I wouldn't be out for a fight!
And if Pat Murphy I happened to meet,
It's an illigant ruction wed have in the street:
He'd soon be quick in a knot-hole to creep—
Arrah! leave me to sleep, Biddy, leave me to sleep!
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.
Drop down by the pig, here, and share his embrace;
Let my red whiskers lie close to your face;
The creature won't hurt you, hell 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!
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.
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.