From the Max Hunter Collection: link. I've made a few minor corrections.

IN A HOG PEN
Cat. #0025 (MFH #287) - As sung by Fred High, High, Arkansas on February 12, 1958

I used to dress well
And cut a big swell
With a fine beaver hat on my head
Wore several fine suits
With five dollar boots
A very fine chap it was said

One night I drunk free
Got on a big spree
The landlord, he sold me the toddy
He beat me with blows
He thumped my red nose
So roughly he handled my body

So, I thought I'd take it by little
Digest my vittles
And make a new boiler, make steam
My money all spent for got-vim
How bitter the woe
Had nowhere to go
That night I lodged in a hog pen

Hog's bein' displeased
They snuffled an' sneezed
And they covered me up with their noses
They chewed up my hat
Both greasy and flat
And tore up one-half of my shirt

An' th girls they would cry
When me they did spy
And the boys, they would giggle and shout
Says, look at his head
O, ain't his nose red
By jollies, his eyes are jobbed out

With my hat brim tore
Hung down before
An' my nose it stuck straight out between
An' th girls they would cry
When me they did spy
And the boys, they would giggle and shout
Says, look at his head
O, ain't his nose red
By jollies, his eyes are jobbed out


This goofy little song was sung by Fred High.