Young Folk The three little pigs
 
     
 

The three little pigs they've left their sty
They bade their mother a fond goodbye
To seek their fortunes they will try
Top prove them pigs of mettle

The first went east and the next went west
The third took the route that he thought best
And each in property did invest
On which he hope to settle

The first little pig built a house of hay
He didn't have any foundations to lay
The wolf came by the very next day
And called on him to surrender

Oh little pig little pig let me in
No no by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Well I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in
Wasn't he sweet and tender

The next little pig built a timber shack
T'would keep the weather from off his back
He though he'd be safe from all attack
But the wolf he thought "How easy"

O little pig little pig let me in
No no by the hair on my chinny chin chin
Well I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in
Wasn't he nice and greasy

The third little pig built a house of brick
The walls were 18 inches think
I reckon he says that'll do the trick
The wolf can do his worst

Oh little pig little pig let me in
No no by the hair on my chinny chin chin
Well I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in
Well blow till your bellows burst

He huffed and he puffed litle a jumbo jet
If he'd not lost his breath he'd be blowing yet
He reckons a trap will have to be set
If that little pig's to be taken

Oh little pig little pig won't you come out
For apples and turnips, the roundabout
The little pig laughed at him up his snout
And always saved his bacon

Then the wolf completely lost control
He tried to get in by the chimney hole
And fell right into the casserole
Oh how the broth did bubble.

[Missing verse?]

When the pig recovered from this carouse
He courted the very sweetest of sows
And took her to live in his fine brick house
To live in honour and glory.

Five little pigs in time did come
One went to market and one stayed at home
The other had roast beef, another had none
But that’s a different story!

From the February 1961 singing at a Stafford Folk Festival of a Cheshire singer Leslie Haworth
Verses forgotten by Eric remembered by Mary Spires

 
 
     
 

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