Don’t Drink and Jig

He danced a dance with vim and vig.
The music played throughout the night.
An Irishman did dance a jig.

Between each round, he’d take a swig
Of that good stuff they call white light.
He danced his dance with vim and vig.

He danced so fast he lost his wig;
He drank so much it blurred his sight.
An Irishman did dance a jig.

So wild, he tripped upon a pig
He tried to miss with all his might.
He danced his dance with vim and vig.

But, in the end he broke his leg.
The unharmed pig did squeal with fright.
An Irishman did dance a jig.

When asked to dance he must renig,
For now to sit must be his plight.
He danced his dance with vim and vig.
An Irishman did dance a jig.