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The Peeler and the Goat 
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" DC