Hey ho Nobody at Home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none,
Yet will I be merry.


'Tis women make us love,
'tis love that makes us sad
'Tis sadness makes us drink
And drinking makes us mad.


Whose pigs are these?
Whose pigs are these?
They are John Potts'
I can tell 'em by their spots
And I found 'em in the vicarage garden

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