But my knees were all aflutter so i landed in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Poem drunk gutter pig.
I was walking down the street in drunken pride but my knees were all a flutter so i landed in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
No one was i disturbing as i lay down by the curbing and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Sure not a word was uttered as we lay there in the gutter til a woman passing by was heard to say you can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses.
Yes i lay there in the gutter thinking thoughts i could not utter when a colleen passing by did softly say ye can tell.
And down beside a pig i chanced to lay.
I was walking down the street in tipsy pride.
The famous pig song clarke van ness music by f.
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride but my knees were all a flutter and i landed in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Henri klickmann twas an evening in october i ll confess i wasn t sober i was carting home a load with manly pride when my feet began to stutter and i fell into the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side.
I was walking down the street in manly pride when my heart began to flutter and i fell into the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side as i lay there in the gutter with my heart still in a flutter.
An irish poem of unknown origin it was a year ago september a day i well remember i was walking up and down in drunken pride when my knees began to flutter and i fell down in the gutter and a pig came by and lay down by my side as i lay there in the gutter thinking thoughts i could not utter i thought i heard a passing lady say.
When a colleen passing by did softly say.