My Wild Irish Pig

Verses:

My wild Irish pig, (yes, pig)
Oh, how he loved to jig; (jiggety-jig)
He’d hop round the floor
For three hours or more,
What a wild Irish pig. (jammin’ pig)

My poor Irish pig, (sad pig)
He grew so immensely big; (rea-wry, rea-wry big)
Just one jump as he’d dance
Shook the earth clear to France,
Jig’s up, my wild Irish pig. (grounded pig)

But my clever Irish pig (smart pig)
Soon found a new dance he could dig; (yeh, man; dig)
Now he glides, oh, so smooth,
Not a jiggle when he moves;
He’s a waltz-king, my wild Irish pig —

Tags:

This cloggin’ hog, leapt like a frog;
Now slips and slides like a pollywog!
So cool, he’s my wild Irish pig —

He’s no bore, four-on-the-floor;
With pompadour, sows galore!
Hooray for my wild Irish pig —

He’s no swine, loves fine wine;
He’s so refined, sings “Adeline”!
Three cheers for my wild Irish pig —

No common tale for this porcine male;
He’ll never fail, just entered Yale!
Sis! boom! bah! for my wild Irish (wild Irish) pig.

*Written to be sung to the tune of "My Wild Irish Rose" by a barbershop quartet. Words in parentheses
are sung by some of the quartet as echoes. For barbershoppers, a tag is a special "fun"
ending with additional harmonic moves. The first 2 lines of the above tags have their own simple
melody. Anyone interested in the musical arrangement may inquire at tanthoney@siumed.edu.

• Terence Anthoney, M.D., Ph.D.
• Emeritus Associate Professor, Anatomy