An’ many’s the time I’ve heerd ’im tell how
He hed fit with or run from a perky ol’ sow.
Fer them pigs was mean custumers, give ’em a chance,
An’ a boar with ’is tushes could rip up yer pants
A dum sight more quicker ’n a pirate crew,
An’ ’e’d take a hull lot o’ yer leg with it tew.
One time they’s a feller was huntin’ ’is pork
Somewhar over yender not fur from the Fork.
Now they’s fokes ’at’s still livin’ ’at ’ll tell ye they know
Thet what I’m a-tellin’ ye reely was so.