Pig-lady, pig-lady,
Go hide in the woods.
We don't want to see you,
Not here on the path.
We don't want to look at
Your lady-half-face.
We don't want to look at
Your cloven-hog-head.
Pig-lady, pig-lady,
With long maenad hair,
We won't have you near us,
We won't have you here.
We don't want to know you.
Stay deep in the woods.
Don't force us to face you;
Don't force us to see --
One side sweetly scented,
The other side rank.
One side slender wand-limbs,
The other side hooves.
Pig-lady, pig-lady,
With long, tangled hair,
We won't have you by us.
We won't have you here.
We can't bear to touch you;
Don't force us to feel
Your cold lady-flesh and
Hot, stinking sow's skin.
Don't force us to breathe where
You also draw breath
Don't force us to step where
You've printed the sod.
Pig-lady, pig-lady
Just keep to the woods.
Stay crouched in a thicket
And try not to be.