Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Bill grogan's goat

I was humming this song from summer camp today, and it made me want to see if I could find the lyrics. Well, I did, and now I'm singing it proudly at the top of my lungs in my office:

Bill Grogan's goat
Was feelin' fine
Ate three red shirts
Right off the line

Bill took a stick
Gave him a whack
And tied him to
The railroad track

The whistle blew
The train drew nigh
Bill Grogan's goat
Was doomed to die

He gave three groans
Of awful pain
Coughed up the shirts
And flagged the train

That's all there is
This story's done
I hope you had
A lot of fun

9 comments:

Don Snabulus said...

Remember the expanded edition?

Bill Grogan's goat
(not a chicken but a goat)
Was feelin' fine
(not sad but fine)
Ate three red shirts
(not socks but shirts)
Right off the line
(not a rope but a line)

Bill took a stick
(not a twig but a stick)
Gave him a whack
(not a spankin' but a whack)
And tied him to
(not one but two)
The railroad track
(not a road but a track)

The whistle blew
(not red but blue)
The train drew nigh
(not far but nigh)
Bill Grogan's goat
(not a chicken but a goat)
Was doomed to die
(not live but die)

He gave three groans
(not moans but groans)
Of awful pain
(not joy but pain)
Coughed up the shirts
(not socks but shirts)
And flagged the train
(not a trolley but a train)


Ah, summer rec. That was a fun program.

DewKid said...

Dang, THAT's how it went! I never remembered anything past the first verse. Thanks for filling that in!

Mmm, Peanut loogies! :-D

The Moody Minstrel said...

G-O-O-ooon!

Dave said...

Ah, those boy scout memories. I wonder if either of the current presidential candidates could recite the boyscout oath. I know I can't remember so its irrevelant.

Don Snabulus said...

DewKid wasn't in Scouts like us other 3, but we were in a summer program at my grade school called Summer Recreation.

I still remember the Scout Motto, Oath, and Law by heart. Must have been my years on camp staff.

Good times...

Don Snabulus said...

peanut loogies out... peanut loogies in.

DewKid said...

Hold on there! But I WAS in Scouts, just not in your troop, and not at the same time. When I left Portland to move to Milwaukie, I was a decorated.... um.... Webelo. The hell is a Webelo anyway?

Don Snabulus said...

my bad.

Anonymous said...

I learned it from my 1st grade teacher, Ms Gidner. We also sang it in Bluebirds (Campfire girls) It was hilarious!! I always lost the last verse...now I can shre with my nieces and nephews.