The Lay of the Hunted Pig.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 19, 8 November 1879, Page 4

The Lay of the Hunted Pig.

(From the Scouring of Ike White Horse.) “ Vathcrs, mothers, mothers’ sons ! You as loves yer little wuns ! Happy pegs among the stubble, Listen to a tale of trouble ; Listen, pegs, in yeard and stye, How the Barkshire chaps zard I.

“ I wur barn at Kingstone-Lisle, Wher I vrolicked var a while, As vine a peg as e’er was zeen (One of a litter of thirteen) Till some chaps wi’ cussed spite Aimed ov I to make a zite, And to have a • hit o’ van’, Took I up to Uflington.

Up, vorights the Castle mound . They did set I on the ground ; Then a thousand chaps, or nigh, Ruuned and hollered arter I Ther, then, I, till I wur bio wed, Ilmiucd and hollered all I knowed, When, so zure as pegs is pegs, Eight chaps ketched I by the legs, Two to each—’tis truth I tell eo— Dree more clasped I round the belly ! Under all they fellers lyin’ Pegs !•—I thought as I wur (lyin’.

‘ But the Squire (I thonks I zee un), Varmer Whitfield riflin’ wi’ un, Fot I out o’ all thuck caddie, Stretched athurt the vartner’s zaddle— Bless ’em, pegs in yeard and stye, Them two vrends as stuck to I.

“ Barkshire men, from Hill and Yale, All as ever hears this tale, If to spwoort you be inclined, Plane to bear this here in mind— Pegs beant made no race to win, Be zhart o’ wind, and tight o’ skin, Dwont ’ee hunt ’em, but instead At backswyrd break each other’s yead Cheezes down the manger rowl— Or try and dim the greasy powl.

“ Pigs in stubble, yeard, and stye, May you be never zard like I, Nor may wi’ greasy ears and tail, By men, and bwoys drough White Horse Vale. ”