Paddy McGinty's Goat chords by Mary Larkin
Verse 1
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Now Patrick McGinty,
an Irishman of note,
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fell in for a fortune
and he bought himself a goat.
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Said he's sure of what milk
I'm going to have me fill,
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but when he brought the nanny home
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he found it was a bill.
Now all the young ladies who live in Killaloo
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are all wearing bustles
like their mothers used to do.
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They each wear a bolster
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beneath her petticoat,
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And leave the rest to Providence
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and Patty McGinty's goat.
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Mrs. Burke to her daughter said,
Listen, Mary Jane,
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Who was the lad
you were cuddlin' in the lane?
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He'd long wiry whiskers a
-hangin' from his chin,
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It was only Pat McGinty's goat
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she answered with a grin.
Then she went away from
the village in disgrace
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She came back with powder
and paint upon her face
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She'd rings on her fingers
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and she wore a sable coat
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You can bet your life
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she didn't get those from Paddy
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McGinty's goat
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Now Nora McCarthy
the knot was going to tie
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She washed out her trousseau
and she hung it out to dry
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Along came the goat
and he saw the vits a -fight
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And chewed up all the folderals
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upon his big night
Oh, turn out the light quick,
she shouted out to Pat
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Although I'm your bridger,
I'm not worth a gnat
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I had two of everything
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I told you when I wrote
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But now I've won enough
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and all to pet in a beauty's
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goat
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Mickey Reilly,
he went to the races the other day
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He won twenty dollars
and he shouted hip hooray
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He held up the banknotes
and look at what I've got
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The goat came up and grabbed him
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and he swallowed up the lot
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He's eaten me banknotes,
he moved with a hump
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They went for the doctor
and they got a stomach pump
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They pumped and they pumped
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for the 20 note,
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but all they got was nine pounds out of
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Paddy McGinty's goat
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Now old Paddy's goat had a
wondrous appetite,
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and one day for breakfast
he had some dynamite
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A big box of matches
he swallowed all serene,
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and out he went and swallowed
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up a quart of perfume
He sat by the fireside,
he didn't give a hang
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He swallowed a spark
and exploded with a bang
So if you go to heaven,
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you can bet your bottom note
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That the angel with the whiskers
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on his padding event his goat
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