A Dirge From Dublin

It was early last September,

As near as I remember,

I was walking down a street in drunken pride,

When I fell into a gutter, thinking thoughts I dare not utter,

And a pig came up and lay by my side.

As I lay there in the gutter, thinking thoughts I dare not utter,

A fair, young maid came by and she did say..

You can tell a man who boozes, by the company he chooses,

And at that, the pig got up and walked away,

And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

(not my creation)