O’Grady lived in Shanty row,
The neighbors often said
They wished that Tim would move away
Or that his goat was dead.
He kept the neighborhood in fear,
And the children always vexed;
They couldn’t tell jist whin or where
The goat would pop up next.
Ould Missis Casey stood wan day
The dirty clothes to rub
Upon the washboard, when she dived
Headforemosht 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 doon 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,
That once were worn by Pat,
Were chewed off almost to the neck.
O’Grady’s goat doon that.
They had a party at McCune’s,
An’ they wor 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.
Moike Dyle was coortin’ Biddy Shea,
Both standin’ at the gate,
An’ they wor just about to kiss
Aich oother sly and shwate.
They coom togither loike two rams.
An’ mashed their noses flat.
They niver shpake whin they goes by.
O’Grady’s goat doon that.
O’Hoolerhan brought home a keg
Av 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,
An’ ivrything in sight wint up.
O’Grady’s goat doon that.
An’ there was Dooley’s Savhin’s Bank,
That held the byes’ sphare cash.
One day the news came doon the sthreet
The bank had gone to smash.
An’ ivrybody ’round was dum
Wid anger and wid fear,
Fer on the dhoor they red the whords,
“O’Grady’s goat sthruck here.”
The folks in Grady’s naborhood
All live in fear and fright;
They think it’s certain death to go
Around there after night.
An’ in their shlape they see a ghost
Upon the air afloat,
An’ wake thimselves by shoutin’ out:
“Luck out for Grady’s goat.”
