The Peeler And The Goat Lyrics And Chords
The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included. Derek Warfield formally from The Wolfe Tones Irish lyrics and guitar chords, written by Darby Ryan. Recorded by The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem and also by Oisin.
Em]Oh, the Bansha[D] peeler went [Em]out one night on[G] duty and pa[D]trolling-o
He[Em] spied a[D] goat up[Em]on the road and[G] took him[D] for a-[Em]strolling-o
With bayonet fixed, he sallied forth and he caught him by the wizen-o
And there swore out a mighty oath he'd send him off to prison-o
Have mercy, sir, the goat replied and let me tell my story-o
I am no rogue, no ribbon man, no cocky, Whig, or Tory-o
I'm innocent of any crime, of petty or high treason-o
For my tribe is active at this time it is the mating season-o
"Do not complain," the peeler said but give your tongue a bridle-o
You're absent from your dwelling place, disorderly, and idle-o
Your hoary locks will not prevail nor your sublime oration-o
For the penal laws will you transport on your own information-o
No penal laws have I transgressed by deed or combination-o
It's true I have no place of rest, no home, or habitation-o
But Bansha is my dwelling place where I was bread and borne-o
I'm of an honest working race that's all the trade I've learned-o
I wager, sir, that you are drunk on whiskey, rum, and brandy-o
Or you wouldn't have such gallant spunk to be so bold and manly-o
You readily would let me pass If I had money handy-o
I'd take you to the parting glass its then I'd be the dandy-o
He[Em] spied a[D] goat up[Em]on the road and[G] took him[D] for a-[Em]strolling-o
With bayonet fixed, he sallied forth and he caught him by the wizen-o
And there swore out a mighty oath he'd send him off to prison-o
Have mercy, sir, the goat replied and let me tell my story-o
I am no rogue, no ribbon man, no cocky, Whig, or Tory-o
I'm innocent of any crime, of petty or high treason-o
For my tribe is active at this time it is the mating season-o
"Do not complain," the peeler said but give your tongue a bridle-o
You're absent from your dwelling place, disorderly, and idle-o
Your hoary locks will not prevail nor your sublime oration-o
For the penal laws will you transport on your own information-o
No penal laws have I transgressed by deed or combination-o
It's true I have no place of rest, no home, or habitation-o
But Bansha is my dwelling place where I was bread and borne-o
I'm of an honest working race that's all the trade I've learned-o
I wager, sir, that you are drunk on whiskey, rum, and brandy-o
Or you wouldn't have such gallant spunk to be so bold and manly-o
You readily would let me pass If I had money handy-o
I'd take you to the parting glass its then I'd be the dandy-o
