O'Grady lived in shanty row,
The neighbours often said
They wished that Tim would move away
Or that his goat was dead.
He kept the neighbourhood in fear,
And the children always vexed;
They couldn't tell jist whin or where
The goat would pop up nexht.
Ould Missis Casey stood wan day
The dirty clothes to rub
Upon the washboard, when she dived
Head foremost o'er the tub;
She lit upon her back an' yelled,
As she was lying flat:
"Go git your goon an' kill the bashte."
O'Grady's goat did that.
Pat Doolan's woife hung out the wash,
Upon the line to dry.
She wint to take it in at night,
But stopped to have a cry.
The sleeves av two red flannel shirts,
Tat once was worn by Pat,
Were chewed off almost to the neck.
O'Grady's goat doon that.
They had a party at McCune's,
And they were having foon,
Whin suddinly there was a crash
An' ivrybody roon.
The iseter soup fell on the floor
An' nearly drowned the cat;
The stove was knocked to smithereens.
O'Grady's goat doon that.
O'Hoolerhan brought home a keg
Ave dannymite wan day
To blow a cistern in his yard
An' hid the stuff away.
But suddinly an airthquake coom,
O'Hoolerhan, house an' hat,
And ivrything in sight wint up,
O'Grady's goat doon that.