Текст песни Pigs Can't Fly - The Irish Rovers

I once had a pig that loved me
And lived in a shed in the country
In a middle class district of Dumfries
But a sad kind of pig was he

Pigs can't swim and Pigs can't fly
But pigs can see the wind go by
Pigs make lovely household friends
When winter comes and summer ends
Early in the morning
So early in the morning
So early in the morning
Before the break of day

Each week that lofty beastie
Would beg with eyes so misty
To take him over to England
His life dreams to fulfil

He'd plunge into the channel
Swim to France would be his gamble
Florence Chadwick couldn't hold a candle
To such a daring Pig as he!

"Are you tired of me?" I asked him
"Will our friendship not be lastin'?"
But he told me I was graspin'
And he needed to be free

"So will you take me there tomorrow?"
"In a pig's eye," I said with sorrow
So he drowned himself in the bathtub (naughty boy!)
And I had pork chops for my tea