Watch out w'en you'er gittin all you want. Fattenin' hogs ain't in luck.
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot.
Next was November, he full gross and fat, As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For, he had been a fatting hogs of late.
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