The version that I learnt is a call and response thing. I learnt it when I was leading on a children's camp, and the children were big fans of it. The lyrics are as follows:


My Highland Goat
(Not a chicken, but a Goat)

Was feeling fine,
(Not well, but fine)

Eat 16 shirts,
(Not skirts but shirts)

From off the line,
(Not a circle, but a line)

My master, Mack,
(Not Jack, but Mack)

Gave him a smack
(Not a whack, but a smack)

And tied him to,
(Not from, but to)

The railway track,
(Not a line, but a track)

The whistle blew
(Not red but blew)

The train drew neigh,
(Not far, but neigh)

My Highland Goat
(Not a chicken, but a goat)

Was sure to die,
(Not live, but die)

He gave a cry
(Not a wail, but a cry)

Of mortal pain,
(Not pleasure, but pain)

Coughed up the shirts,
(Not skirts but shirts)

Flagged down the train!
(Not a plane but a train!)