THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Now old Paddy’s Goat had a wondrous appetite
And one day for breakfast, he had some dynamite
A whole box of matches he swallowed all serene
Then out he went and swallowed up a quart of paraffin

He sat by the fireside, he didn’t give a hang
He swallowed a spark and exploded with a bang
So if you go to heaven, you can bet a dollar note
That the Angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty’s Goat

Val Doonican, “Paddy McGinty’s Goat”