With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me-o!
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me-o!
Oh, the Penshaw peeler went one night
On duty and patrolling-o
He spied a goat upon the road
And took him for a-strolling-o
With bayonet fixed, he sallied forth
And he caught him by the wizzen-o
There swore out a mighty oath
Then sent him off to prison-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll poke you with me horns-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll leave you bruised and torn-o
Have mercy, sir, the goat replied
And let me tell my story-o
I am no rogue, no ribbon man
No cockey, Whig, or Tory-o
I'm guilty not of any crime,
Of petty or high treason-o
For my tribe is wandering at this time
It is the renting season-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll poke you with me horns-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll leave you bruised and torn-o
I will chastise your insolence
And violent behavior-o
Well bound to Cashel you'll be sent
Where you will gain no favor-O
The magistrates will all consent
To sign your condemnation-o
From there to Cork you will be sent
For speedy transportation-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll poke you with me horns-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll leave you bruised and torn-o
This parish and this neighborhood
Are peaceable and tranquil-o
There is no disturbance here, thank God!
And long may it continue so
I don't regard your oath a pin
Or sign for my committal-o
My jury will be gentlemen
And grant me my acquittal-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll poke you with me horns-o
With a heck-a-dee-dee let go of me
Or I'll leave you bruised and torn-o