In a cast of merry men,
Was a man who could not hold
His drink in the hours past ten
Or a sneeze against the winter's cold.

But in the morning he was bold.
He walked naked in the sun.
And if his fate could be told,
His life was nearer to done.

He'd leave behind a daughter and son.
But not the mother that loved them.
The sooner his race be won.
The sooner she be behind him,

To drag his hide back home
And warm him to the bone.
He lay like the pig in the sun.