Jimmy Bruisse's Pig (MacEdward Leach)

I'll sing you a little ditty,
it's something like a jig,
Concerning Jimmy Bruisse
and his hard-headed pig;
The pig that made him savage,
the pig that made him sin,
The pig that caused the trouble
among Jimmy Bruisse's friends.

'Twas in the spring he bought the pig,
as you may understand,
And for a place to build a sty
he does it on his land;
He built it nice and comfortable,
and it was plenty big,
And therefore there was lots of room
for Jimmy Bruisse's pig.

He had this pig about a month,
and everything went well,
He thought he was the richest man
that lived in Carter's Well;
Until one sad and fateful night,
when Jim was fast asleep,
The little piggie did get out
and got down in the deep.

When Bruisse woke next morning,
straight to the sty did go,
When he got there the pig was gone,
but where he did not know;
He searched all 'round the neighbourhood
but no trace could he find,
He said his pig was in the sty
that night at half past nine.

The news was soon 'round
that Bruisse's pig was gone,
Some thought he was drowned
into some brook or pond;
While Jim had gone for the rangers,
he made himself so big,
He told Ranger Walters
that someone stole his pig.

He searched from the eastern channel
right up to the Army hill,
And to everybody that he'd meet
the story he would tell;
He seemed to be downhearted,
his eyes they were so big,
He was looking for the devil
that come and stole his pig.

He searched all down the Army Hill
until his heart got sore,
He made a raid on Bill Hann's house
and almost broke the door;
He walked right in the dining room,
he made himself so big,
He thought he had the devil
that come and stole his pig.

All in a fool and confusion
while Jim was gone to look,
John Tom White took his old boat
and rowed up in the brook;
He was rowing along so comfortable
and whistling of a jig,
And the first thing he bumped into
was Jimmy Bruisse's pig.

"Oh well well," cried John Tom White,
"And what have I got now,
Is it an elephant, a bulldog, or a cow?
Whatever it may be, me boys,
it's not so very big."
And when they come to figure it out,
it was Jimmy Bruisse's pig.

There's one more thing I'd like to say
before I'm to a close,
I only sings this to my friends
and friends I really knows;
'Cause if poor Bruisse finds it out,
'twill be just too bad you see,
He'll go and get the rangers
and send them after me.

And now my song is to an end,
it's the best that I can do,
I never told you a single lie,
but every word is true;
My song may not be popular,
and the words may not be big,
It was all about Jimmy Bruisse
and his hard-headed pig.

####.... Author unknown. Traditional Newfoundland song ....####

Collected in 1950 from Francis (Ernest) Poole [1881-?] of Cape Ray, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).


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