Bill Grogan's goat (echo) was feeling fine (echo), 
Ate two red shirts (echo) right off the line (echo).

I took a stick, gave him whack, 
And tied him to a railroad track.

The whistle blew, the train grew nigh, 
Now that poor goat was doomed to die.

He gave a shriek of mortal pain, 
Coughed up that shirt, flagged down train.