OREILLY'S BILLY GOAT
A Recitation by Jas. O'Neil.
O'Reilly owned a billy goat,
And a great buck goat was he;
He would buck almost anything
That he'd happen for to see.
And if at night he'd roam the streets,
And a drunken man he'd meet,
He'd buck him till he was sick and tired.
And then his clothes he'd catO'Reilly's billy goat.
He knew every policeman on the beat.
And he knew if him they found,
That he'd spend a short vacation
Down here in the city pound.
He ate Mrs. Mulligan's underclothes
That were hanging on the line;
Shure he bucked a Dutchman in the belly,
And knocked him out of timeO'Reilly's billy goat.
But every goat must have his day,
And this goat's day did come-
He met a butcher's clog one day,
And the dog for him did run;
He chased the goat through the streets,
Shure the dog for him was too smart,
He chased him till he lost his wind,
And he died of a broken heartO'Reilly's billy goat.
Now down here in a vacant lot,
In a corner quite alone.
There we buried O'Reilly's billy goat.
And over him raised a stone;
And perchance you'd pass that way.
You'll find these words on it are wrote:
Sacred to the memory of
O'Reilly's great buck goat.