Dingle Puck Goat


I am a old jobber both foolish and airy
The green hills of Kerry, I long for to see
I went back to Dingle to buy in some cattle
And wait till I tell you what happened to me
I entered the Fair of a Saturday morning
The first thing I met was a long legged goat
Says I to meself, to commence at me dealing
Bedad my bould hero, you’re worth a pound note

So I made my approach to the owner that held him
And a bargain, we stook there without much delay
He said, “If you lend me down twenty two shillings
Some advice I will give you before you’ll go away
This daring old hero was reared on the mountain
In the year ’64 he was pushed heal to drill
But some of his comrades were hung and transported
Now he’s determined some blood for to spill”

The old man was parting and I was for starting
But the words that he told me put me in dismay
The first jump he gave he near broke my left arm
So I jumped on his back and caught hold of his manes
Says I, my bold ranger, on your back I am now landed
And if I don’t fall off you may go where you will
But he ran down the streets like a Pooka distracted
And soon made his way up towards old Connor Hill

When we came into Brandon, I thought it was London.
I regretted my journey when I saw the sea
But he jumped in the water and swam out across her
And towards Castlegregory, he made a near way
The waves of the ocean put me in emotion
The fishes, they ate all the nails in my toes
A long headed mackerel jumped up at my nostrils
And he nearly made away with the half of me nose

When he came to the land now, he hastily galloped
And towards Lough Nagaelted and then he did steer
Through Milltown, Killorglin and into Killarney
And he never cried crack till he came to Kenmare
Then at last the goat spoke saying “We passed our Headquarters
Were my old ancestors always have been
We’ll go back there now and we’ll take up our lodgings
Collegeen-na-Gour where there’s plenty of poteen”

To the town of Tralee now, we next took his rambles
He was anxious I think, some more sport for to see
‘Twas outside the town that we met some Highlanders
He up with his hardens and tore all their clothes
The Highlanders yelled and roared melee murder
Called for the peelers to take him to jail
The whole of the force, they were coming around him
But me hero, he turned and he shortened his tail

He jumped on a basin and I fell on the footway
Away went me goat and I saw him no more
Perhaps he’s gone back to the place he belongs to
Or maybe he steered for some far distant shore
But if he’s alive, he’s in comfort in Bandon
Away in the mountains or somewhere remote
But while I’m alive I’ve a story worth telling
Of me rambles round Kerry and the Dingle Puck Goat


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Johnny Patterson