| Lyrics: | THE PEELER AND THE GOAT
Oh, the Penshaw peeler went one night
On duty and
patrolling
He spied a goat upon the road
And took him for a-strolling
Bayonet
fixed, he sallied forth
And he caught him by the wizzen
There swore out a mighty
oath
He's send him off to prison
Have mercy, sir, the goat replied
And let me
tell my story
I am no rogue, no ribbon man
No cockey, Whig, or Tory
I'm
innocent of any crime,
Of petty or high treason
For my tribe is active at this
time
It is the mating season.
"Do not complain," the peeler said
But give your
tongue a bridle
You're absent from your dwelling place,
Disorderly, and
idle
Your hoary locks will not prevail
Nor your sublime oration
For the penal
laws will you transport
On your own information
No penal laws have I
transgressed
By deed or combination
It's true I have no place of rest,
No home, or
habitation
But Penshaw 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
Or you wouldn't have such gallant spunk
To be
so bold and manly
You readily would let me pass
If I had money handy
I'd take
you to the parting glass
Its then I'd be the dandy
Recorded on
"Borderlands"
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