From rock to rock
With many a shock
And bump and thump
And terrible knock
I fall: but not a soul is near
The traveller'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,
Crumble, tumble:
Up the middle and down again!
This camera, too,
To take the view
I never did such a nuisance know.
If by shock awry
Knocked like crockery
On the rockery
Smash 'twill go!
If by shock awry
Knocked like crockery
On the rockery
Smash 'twill go!

I say to myself,
My dear friend Grigg,
If I safe 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 horses 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!
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!