Chapter I.
Pat
Murphy had a fine old goat,
A noble goat was he;
He
lived with Pat in Brooklyn town,
As happy as could be.
His
name was “William” – Bill for short.
His fame was widely spread;
There
was a noted dearth of boys
Around “Bill” Murphy’s shed.
Note.
This
goat he hadn’t any Past,
Nor was he of the New;
And
while he butted other folk,
To Patrick he was true.
Chapter II.
“William” The Conquerer
Pat
Murphy was a business man,
He carried ou – a hod;
And
in his hod were many brick
Made out of Jerey sod.
And
while he was away all day
Brave “William” ran the farm;
And
from wild youths and peddlers
The place was free from harm.
Chapter III.
The Goat’s Diet
While
Pat grew rich the goat grew fat,
His food was of the best;
He
kept the back yard wholly free
From rubbish cans and pest.
He
ate the cast off boots and shoes,–
Pat’ duties home were small;
He
had no ashes to roll out
For “William” ate them all.
Chapter IV.
The Departure
A
change came o’er the Murphy’s two,
Pat bought a summer home;
Where
“William” in green pastures new
All summer long could roam.
The Tragedy
Alas
for “William” Murphy now,
A choice goat, city bred;
He’d
not but fruit and grass to eat,
And “William” Murphy’s dead.
March
3, ‘96
Pub.
in Camb.
Press.
June 26,
1897
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