====== #376 - The Widow Nolan's Goat ======
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  *Composer:
    *++David Braham|{{search>"David Braham" @cobs}}++ (1838-1905), 1881
    *from the [[:groups:opera|play]] ++Squatter Sovereignty|{{search>"Squatter Sovereignty" opera @cobs}}++
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  *[[:incipit]]: 56715552443556766532356
  *[[:incipit|Condensed Incipit]]: 567152435676532356
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  *++Lyrics:|\\
Oh, I'ma lone widdy, meself and my daughter;\\
We live in a house where there's welcome galore;\\
My husband he formally carried up mortar\\
From the ground to the third or fourth floor;\\
When he died he will'd over the land and the shanty;\\
His pipe and his stick, and his frieze overcoat;\\
The pig and the goslins, the chickens so banty,\\
And his favorite pet, Oh, my buck Billy Goat.\\
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hone;\\
Come back to my bosom, my own darling Billy,\\
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hone;\\
My favorite pet, oh my buck Billy Goat.\\
//(repeat chorus)//\\
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Wid horses he slept ev'ry night in the stable;\\
He'd rise in the morn at the break o' the day;\\
When breakfast was ready he'd come to the table;\\
Sure I never could drive him away;\\
He could butt down a fence oh so gentle and aisy;\\
He'd stand near the pond for to see the ducks float;\\
He'd climb o'er the hills, sure he never was lazy;\\
My own favorite pet, Oh, my buck Billy Goat.\\
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His whiskers were long like the Wandering Jew man;\\
He ate up old hoop-skirts, newspapers and rags;\\
When a kid he belonged to young Mary Ann Doolan\\
He would skip and sleep out on the flags;\\
'Twas a blast from the quarry struck him on the shoulder\\
The morning my husband went out for to vote;\\
He laid sick abed from the fall of the boulder,\\
Did my favorite pet, Oh, my buck Billy Goat.\\
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He'd fight like a trooper; his horns were like sabers;\\
He'd bate all the goats for so many miles round;\\
Sure he'd //butt// at a stranger, //butt// never a neighbor;\\
Sure they could not take him to the pound;\\
Oh, his right name was Willy, but I called him Billy;\\
He was my companion; on him sure I'd dote;\\
So fond of sunflowers and daffydowndillies\\
Was my favorite pet, Oh, my buck Billy Goat.\\
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His white hairs were silken, they hung long and drooping;\\
He traveled some time with Mike Reagan's Big Nan;\\
If a child in the neighborhood took on a crooping,\\
He'd halt and he'd gaze like a man;\\
All the dogs and the cats sure they'd never come near him;\\
Wid his horns he would puck them a terrible smote;\\
The long years and days it took me for to rear him,\\
Oh, my favorite pet, Oh, my buck Billy Goat.\\
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    *++Edward Harrigan|{{search>"Edward Harrigan" @cobs}}++ (1844-1911), 1881