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O'Grady's Goat

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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."


Will S. Hays.

Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two

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