But whear fowk niver knew;

An' what wor th' warst, when mornin' coom,

Th' deead pig had mizzled too.

Th' chaps wander'd th' country far an' near,

Until they stall'd thersen;

But nawther Billy nor his pig

Coom hooam agean sin then;

But oft fowk say, i'th' deead o'th' neet,

Near Shibden's ruined mill,

The gooast o' Billy an' his pig