Old St Oswald long since dead
but we knew where he fell,
King of all Northumbria ee was.
Founder said we’ll build a church
find another spot,
the village can drink from his well.
The Founder was a stern man,
Gods blue eyes in is head
smelled of crusade spices.
We worked two days,
bread n water, stone n stick,
showin what was flat
for all o'th big bottom slabs.
The second night, we ardly slept
our repose was all but done.
We seen it see, we seen it running
Pig wa possessed
devil eed sent er mad.
Wee-ick, wee-ick it screamed
runnin round doin his work
I tell thee it wat devils doin.
I’ve heard tell of devil tricks
afore, in Kirby Lonsdale
there’s a bridge over stones
carried from hell in his apron
dropped when a string gave way.
Morning broke and we brave few
walked up ta site,
Pig wa dead
and all our stick and stone wa gone
Pig ad moved em all,
laid it out in just one night,
right were old St Oswald had is last.
Founder said we should build it there
and we did, else we should all be took.
That first night, after the priest ad opened his doors
the devil, he came again,
this time he stamped his foot
on the church wall, laughing
and left behind the mark of a pig.
They named that village Winwick
after that Pig, and the mark?
go see for yourself if you don't believe me.
Written by Razzerleaf
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