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The fattened pigs of Cockayne
Are meek as little mice.
Knives are tied to each one's side
So diners can cut a slice.
But round the neck of St Antony's pig
Is a silver bell on a rope
So the devils can hear when his master's near
With his terrible crozier and cope.
The fattened pigs of Cockayne
Are meek as little mice.
Knives are tied to each one's side
So diners can cut a slice.
But round the neck of St Antony's pig
Is a silver bell on a rope
So the devils can hear when his master's near
With his terrible crozier and cope.
