HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY
Here’s a real jolly tongue twister that puts a smile on your face, for those of you who enjoy a pint of Guinness and a sing-song!
It was sung by the great Val Doonican many years ago, check him out on Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpqLgfc8n8Q
‘Paddy McGinty’s Goat’
Now Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note,
Fell in for a fortune, and he bought himself a goat.
Said he, “Sure, of goat’s milk I going to have my fill!”
But when he brought the Nanny home, he found it was a Bill.
All the young ladies who live in Killaloo
They’re all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do.
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat,
And leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty’s goat!
Mrs Burke to her daughter said, “Listen, Mary Jane,
Who was the lad you were cuddling in the lane?
He’d long wiry whiskers a hanging from his chin.”
“Twas only Pat McGinty’s goat, ” she answer’d with a grin.
Then she went away from the village in disgrace,
She came back with powder and paint upon her face.
She’d rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat,
And I bet your life she didn’t get those from Paddy McGinty’s goat.
Now Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie,
She washed out her trousseau when she hung it out to dry.
Along came the goat and he saw the bits of white:
and chewed up all her falderals, and on her wedding night:
“Oh turn out the light quick!” she shouted out to Pat,
For though l’m your bride, sure l’m not worth looking at.
I’d had two of ev’rything, I told you when I wrote,
But now I’ve one of nothing, all thro’ Paddy McGinty’s goat.’
Mickey Riley he went to the races t’other day.
He won twenty dollars and he shouted, “Hip Hooray!!”
He held up the note, shouting “Look what I’ve got!”
The goat came up and grabbed at it and swallowed up the lot.
“He’s eaten me banknote,” said Mickey, with the hump.
They went for the doctor, and they got a stomach pump.
They pumped and they pumped for the twenty dollar note,
But all they got was ninepence out of Paddy McGinty’s goat.
Now old Paddy’s goat had a wondrous appetite
and one day for breakfast he had some dynamite
A big box of matches he swallowed all serene
Then out he went and swallowed up a quart of paraffin
He sat by the fireside, didn’t give a hang
He swallowed a spark and exploded with a BANG!
So if you go to heaven you can bet a dollar note
That the angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty’s goat.
Written in 1917 by two songwriters Bert Lee and R P Weston