From Mel Bay Presents Songs of Ireland by Jerry Silverman (Pacific, MO: Mel Bay Publications, 1991), page 50:


THE DINGLE PUCK GOAT

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  1. I am a young jobber both foolish and airy.
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  The green hills of Kerry I came for to see.
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  I went back to Dingle to buy up some cattle
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  And I want you to listen what happened to me.
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  As I entered the fair on a Saturday morning,
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  The first thing I saw was a long-legged goat.
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  "Bedad," and say I, "for to commence our dealing.
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  I think this bold hero is worth a pound note."

2. This daring old fellow I stood for to stare him.
Although I feared he was a monster to see.
He wore a long meggal as gray as a badger
That would reach from Dingle to Cahirciveen;
With a pair of long horns like any two bayonets,
And just like two needles were pointed on top.
I am very sure that you'd be a week laughing
If only he happened to hit you a rap.

3. I made my approach to the owner that held him.
A bargain we struck without much delay.
He said, "If you pay me down twenty-two shillings,
Some advice I will give you before going away.
This daring young hero was reared on the mountains.
In the year sixty-four he first used to drill,
And some of his comrades were hung and transported,
And since he's determined some blood for to spill."

4. The old man departed and I was for starting.
Those words that he told me put me in despair.
The first jump he gave, well, he near broke my left arm.
I jumped on his back and got hold of his hair.
Says I, "My bold hero, on your back I'm landed,
And unless I will fall, you may go where you will."
He ran thro' the streets like something distracted
And soon made his way towards Connor Hill.

5. When he came near to Brandon, I thought it was London.
I regretted my journey when I saw the sea.
He jumped into the water and swam right across it
Towards Castle Gregory over the way.
The waves of the ocean they put me in motion.
The fishes they ate all the nails off my toes,
And a mighty big mackerel jumped for my nostrils,
And I thought he was gone with the half of my nose.

6. When he came on the strand, now quickly he ran
Towards Clones or Castlemaine sure he did steer,
To Milltown, Killorgin and likewise Killarney,
And never cried "Stop" till he came to Kenmare.
At length then he spoke: "We have passed our headquarters.
It's where our ancestors always have been.
Then let us return and take up our lodgings
At Curraghnamore where there's lots of poteen."

7. We done our returns and stopped there till morning.
It's during the night I sat up on his back.
As the day it was dawning, he jumped from the corner
And t'wards Castleisland he went in a crack.
To the town of Tralee we next took our rambles.
I think he was anxious to see some more sport.
Outside of the town we met some Highlanders.
He up with his horns and he tore all their clothes.

8. The Highlanders shouted and bawled, "Meela murder!
Send for the polis and get him to jail."
But the louder they shouted, the faster my goat ran,
And over the basin he gave them legbail.
On crossing the basin, I fell on the footway.
Away went the goat and I saw him no more.
Sure if he's in Ireland, he's in Camp or in Brandon
Or away in the mountains somewhere remote.

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  CODA: But while I am living, I've a story worth telling
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  Of my rambles thro' Kerry on the Dingle puck goat.