From rock to rock
With many a shock,
And bump, and thump, and terrible knock,
I fall, and not a soul is near,
The trav'ler's lonely path to cheer.

Oh! Why did I
Set out to roam,
And dare the sea's unpleasant foam, the sea's unpleasant foam?
Slipping, tripping, air so nipping,
Up in the hills away from home.
Slipping, tripping, air so nipping,
Up in the hills away from home.

The love of arts
In foreign parts
Has taken me all the way to Spain;
Fumble, stumble, grumble, tumble,
Up the middle and down again.

This camera, too,
To take a view,
I never did such a nuisance know, did such a nuisance know.

If by shockawry,
Knock'd like crockery
On the rockery,
Smash it will go.
If by shockawry,
Knock'd like crockery
On the rockery,
Smash it will go.

I say to myself,
My dear friend Grigg,
If safe I return
I'd rather dig
Than follow the arts
In foreign parts.

I say to myself,
My dear friend Grigg,
If safe I return
I'd rather dig
Than follow the arts
In foreign parts.

But I'll take to a farm, with horse and carts
With my spouse, and my cows, and my little pigs,
And rear up my lot of little Griggs,
Who'll lead us a life with their nursery rigs,
Little Griggs, and little pigs,
My spouse, my cows, my sows, Ha! Ha!

My spouse, and my cows, and my sows,
Ha! Ha! and my little, little, little pigs,
My spouse, my cows, my sows, Ha! Ha!
My spouse, and my cows, and my sows, Ha! Ha!
And my little, little, little pigs, my Griggs, my pigs,
my little, little Griggs, my pigs, my little, little, little, little pigs!