Widow Mcginnis's Pig - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WIDOW McGINNIS'S PIG. Copyright, 1888, by Benj. W. Hitchcock. Words and Music by M. H. Rosenfeld. 
A widow had a pig, quite a frolicsome pig, Who was gentle kind and as gay us could be; From the breaking of the morn to the setting of, the sun No pig in all this wide world was happier than he; Said the widow to the pig, "You are getting too lazy, You're a fat little brat, it will never do at all, So I guess I will take ye to the civil reformers For a. raffle in the boodle and a divvy in the ball!" 
Chorus. He was a corker, a sweet little porker, a dear little porker was he; They gave him a ruffle, and were very careful to keep it concealed as could be; Dear little porker, sweet little corker, faith, you are growing quite big; Bandannas are flying, boodlers are sighing, for Mrs. McGinnis's pig. 
There was Micky, Jim and Larry, O'Connell, O'Hara, O'Rooney, O'Spooney, O'Rufus in a jig; O'Mason was a-racin and the widow was a-bracin' All the high-toned politicians for a ticket on the pig; When I get into the While House, I'll play 'round the yard; I will be a little mogul, a sweet lump of lard; I will get a gen'rals' pension, and I'll strut 'rourd so big, And all the world shall know me as the only living pig. -Chorus.