Its long legg'd race wor run;
They scalded, scraped, an' hung it up,
An' when it all wor done,
Fowk coom to guess what weight it wor,
And mony a bit o' fun
They had, for Billy's mother said
"It ought to weigh a ton."
Billy wor walkin up an' daan,
Dooin nowt but fume an' fidge!
He luk'd at th' pig—then daan he set,