Bill Grogan's goat (echo) was feeling fine (echo),
Ate two red shirts (echo) right off the line (echo).
I took a stick, gave him whack,
And tied him to a railroad track.
The whistle blew, the train grew nigh,
Now that poor goat was doomed to die.
He gave a shriek of mortal pain,
Coughed up that shirt, flagged down train.