Can hear them chewing under the floor, middle of the night, The very board bed stands on, a hole right through not quite, There cannot be many houses these days that have mice in the house, but in the old houses where the floor boards are creaky with...
We watched when we were kids, fingers in our ears, Then bang the butcher shot him, cut its throat mid tears, I never knew who owned the pig bench but it went round all the village to who ever had got a pig ready for killing. I Remember Killing the Pig...