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Pat And The Pig

Old Deutchland's the country for sauerkraut and beer,

Old England's the land of roast beef and good cheer,

Auld Scotland's the mother of gristle and grit,

But Ireland, my boy, is the mother of wit.

Once Pat was indicted for stealing a pig,

And brought into court to the man in the wig.

The indictment was long and so lumbered with Latin

That Pat hardly knew what a pickle was Pat in;

But at last it was read to the end, and the wig

Said: "Pat, are you guilty of stealing the pig?"

Pat looked very wise, though a trifle forlorn,

And he asked of milord that the witness be sworn.

"Bless yer sowl," stammered Pat, "an' the day ye was born!

Faith how in the divil d'ye think Oi can tell

Till Oi hear the ividince?"

Pat reckoned well;

For the witness was sworn and the facts he revealed

How Pat stole the piggy and how the pig squealed,

Whose piggy the pig was and what he was worth,

And the slits in his ears and his tail and so forth;

But he never once said, 'in the county of Meath,'[CX]

So Pat he escaped by the skin of his teeth.