One evening in October,
When I was one-third sober,
An' taking home a ‘‘load' with manly pride;
My poor feet began to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came up an' lay down by my side;
Then we sang ‘‘It's all fair weather
When good fellows get together,"
Till a lady passing by was heard to say:
‘‘You can tell a man who "boozes" By the company he chooses"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
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