Home in the Valley

Oh, give me a home, where the dancing swine roam
And the trees and streams glisten like jewelry
Where time stand still, and you can do what you will,
So every one works at the brewery.

Ch.
     Home, home in the valley
     Where the pigswigs and mountain swine play___
     Where seldom is heard any sensible word
     And the pubs are all open all day.

Oft time I will walk to the foot of the mountain
And people call me a wild rover.
This jug I have here, it was once full of beer
And that’s why I keep falling over.

Ch.

Some times when I stroll, I go out with my girl
And I try my hardest to please her.
I am not saying she’s stout, but when she’s wearing nowt,
I can’t see the woods for Theresa.