The Peeler and the Goat The Wolfe Tones

The Bansha peelers went one night on duty and patrolling O
And they met a goat upon the road
And took him for being a-strolling O

And with bayonets fixed they sallied forth
And caught him by the wizen O
And then they swore a mighty oath
They'd send him off to prison O

"Hey goat, traitor!"
"A higgledy-giggle, let go of me leg or I’ll hook-a-ya with me horn O
A diddley-dee-a let go of me or I'll leave ya bruised and torn O"

"Oh mercy, sir!" the goat replied "Come let me tell my story O
I am no rogue or ribbonman, no croppy, Whig or Tory O
And I'm guilty not of any crime or pеtty, high treason O
Me tribe is wantin’ at this timе for this is rantin' season O"

"Hey goat, traitor!"
A higgledy-giggle, let go of me leg or I'll hook-a-ya with me horn O
A diddley-dee-a let go of me or I'll leave ya bruised and torn O

"Oh, it is in vain for to complain
Or give your tongue such bridle O
You're absent from your dwelling place
Disorderly and idle O
And your hoary locks will not prevail
Nor your sublime or-a-tation O
For Peeler's Act will you transport
On your own information O."