Poem Drunk Gutter Pig

One evening in october when i was about one third sober and was taking home a load with manly pride my poor feet began to stutter so i lay down in the gutter and a pig came up and lay down by my side then we sang it s all fair weather and good fellows get together till a lady passing by was heard to say she says you can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses and the pig got up.

Poem drunk gutter pig.

No one was i disturbing as i lay down by the curbing and a pig came up and lay down by my side. 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. I was walking down the street in tipsy pride. 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.

And down beside a pig i chanced to lay. 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. When a colleen passing by did softly say.

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. The irish pig twas an evening in november as i very well remember i was strolling down the street in drunken pride. Ye can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses and the pig got up and slowly walked away. 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.