Ok, it's a couple of years late but here's the words!

Wee China Pig                Eric Bogle

Now when I was a wee boy the pleasures I knew
In content were simple and in numbers were few,
French toast and square sausage, playin fitba an tig,
But the best o them a was ma wee china pig.

It's made oot o wally an it weighs half a ton,
It'll still keep ye warm when a rubber yin's done,
Just fill wi hot water an screw doon the lid,
Then jump intae bed wi yer wee china pig.

Now the place that we lived in wis an auld single-end,
Cauld, dank, damp and draughty, it'd lang been condemned.
So ti keep us a healthy, here's what my maw did,
She bought a the family a wee china pig.

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When the temperature's fallin as fast as the snaw
An the icy north wind chaps your knees and nose raw,
Well under my blankets I burrow and dig,
Safe warm and cosy wi ma wee china pig.

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But noo I'm a man and I've got me a wife,
She's a wee tiny thing an the pride o ma life.
She's no very fat an she's no very big,
But she sure beats the pants off a wee china pig.

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