| Now Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note.
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| Fell in for a fortune and he bought himself a goat.
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| Says he, «Sure of goat’s milk, I’m gonna have my fill.»
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| But when he brought the nanny home, he thought it was a bill.
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| All the fine ladies that live in Kilaloe.
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| Are now wearing bustles like the mothers used to do.
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| They each wear a bolster beneath their petticoat.
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| And leave the rest in providence of Paddy McGinty’s goat.
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| Mrs. Burke to her daughter said, «Listen, Mary Jane.
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| Who was the lad you’ve been cuddling in the rain?»
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| «He'd long wiry whiskers hanging from his chin.
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| 'Twas only Paddy McGinty’s goat,» she answered with a grin.
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| Then she went away from the village in disgrace.
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| She came back with powder and paint upon her face.
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| She’d rings on her fingers and she wore a stable coat.
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| You could bet your life she didn’t
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| get those from Paddy McGinty’s goat.
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| Nora McCarthy the knot was going to tie.
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| She washed out her trousseau and she hung them out to dry.
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| Along comes the goat and he saw the bits of white.
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| He chewed up all her falderals upon her wedding night.
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| «Turn out the light quick!» |
| she shouted to her Pat.
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| «Although I’m your bride, sure I’m not worth looking at.
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| I’ve had to of everything I told you when I wrote.
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| But now I’m wearing nothing thanks to Paddy McGinty’s goat.»
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| He won twenty dollars and he shouted, «Hip hooray!»
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| He held up the note shouting, «Look at what I got!»
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| The goat came up and grabbed it and he swallowed up the lot.
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| They sent in the doctors to get the stomach pump.
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| They pumped and they pumped for the twenty dollar note.
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| But all they got was nine pence out of Paddy McGinty’s goat.
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| Now old Patrick’s goat had a wonderful appetite.
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| One day for breakfast, he had some dynamite.
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| A big box of matches, he swallowed all serene.
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| Then he went and swallowed up a quart of parafin.
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| He sat by the fireside he didn’t give a hang.
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| He swallowed up a spark and exploded with a BANG.
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| So if you go to Heaven, you can bet your dollar note.
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| 'Cause the angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty’s goat! |