(George Bruce Thomson) For they were howlin' in the kitchen like a caravan o' tinkies
Aye, some were playing ping-pong, tiddly widdly winkies
For up the howe, doon the howe, ye never saw such jinkies
As MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
This is nae a sang o' love, nor yet a sang o' money
Faith, it's naethin' very pitiful, it's naethin' very funny
But there's Hieland Scotch, Lowland Scotch, butterscotch and honey
If there's nane o' them for a' there's a mixture o' the three
And there's nae a word o' beef, brose, sowens, sauty bannocks
Na, nor pancakes, peas, eggs, for them wi' dainty stomachs
But it's a' aboot a meal and ale that happened at Balmunnocks
Aye, MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo MacGinty's pig had broken loose and wannert thro' the lobby
Whaur he open shivved the pantry door, cam' upon the toddy
Aye, and he took kindly to the stuff like ony human body
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo Miss MacGinty she ran ben the hoose, the wey was dark and crookit
She gaed heelster gowdie ower the pig, for it she never lookit
And then she let oot a skirl that wad hae paralysed a teuchit
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo Johnny Murphy he ran efter her and ower the pig was leapin'
Whan he trampit in an ashet that was sittin' fu' o' dreepin'
And then he fell doon an' he peel't his croon and he couldnae haud fae greetin'
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo the pantry shelf cam' ricklin' doon and he was lyin' kirnin'
Amang saft soap, pease meal, corn floor and yirnin'
Like a gollach amang trickle but MacGinty's wife was girnin'
At the soss upon her pantry fleer and wadna let him be
Noo they a' cam' runnin tae the door and whan that it wis tuggit
Aye it held the faster, aye the mair they ruggit
Till MacGinty roared, Bring an axe I wadna be humbuggit
Na, nor lockit in my ain hoose, that I'll let them see
So his wife cam' trailin' wi' an axe and when the door wis hackit
Aye, open flew the door at aince, sae ticht as they were packit
That a' the crew cam' rummlin' oot like tatties fae a bucket
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
For they had spurtles, they had tattie chappers, faith, they werena jokin'
And they swore they'd gar the pig claw whaur it wis never yockin'
But by this time the pig wis fu' and didnae care a dockin'
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo there's eelie pigs, jeelie pigs, pigs fur haudin' butter
Aye but this pig wis roarin' fu' and rollin' in the gutter
Till MacGinty and his foreman wheeched him oot upon a shutter
Fae MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo Miss MacGinty took the thing tae heart, hidit in a closet
And they rubbit Johnny Murphy's heid wi' turpentine and rosit
Syne they harl't him wi' meal and ale ye really wad supposit
That he had sleepit in a mason's trough and risen tae the spree
Noo it's weary on the barley bree and weary fa' the weather
Aye keetchering 'mang dubs and drink they gang nae weel thegither
But withoot a doot MacGinty's pig is wishin' fur anither
O' MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Ch)
howe - glen;
jinkies - fun
1)
sowens - husks (?),
sauty bannocks - oat pancakes
2)
toddy - whisky, sugar and warm water;
skirl - scream;
teuchit - lapwing;
ashet - oval dish;
dreepin' - fat;
peel his croon - cut his head;
rickle - fall;
kirn- churn;
yirnin' - rennet?;
gollach- earwig;
trickle - treacle;
soss - mess
3)
ruggit - hauled;
humbuggit - defeated;
rummlin' - tumbling;
spurtle - wooden spoon;
claw whaur it wis never yockin'
(scratch where there was no itch) -
smart/regret the things he'd done;
pigs - jars;
wheech - carry;
shutter - board
4)
rosit - cobbler's wax;
syne - once;
harl't - supplied;
weary - curse;
keetcher - mess about in mud
(as sung by Ray Fisher)