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The Mobile Goat

Have you heard the story of the Mobile goat on the grand old southern shore
In the lovely isle of Newfoundland where goats don't roam no more?
It's about a man named Dillon whose cursin' was of note
And how he was diggin' for spuds one day when he spoke to the Mobile goat

Now that goat had been stealin' Dillon's spuds for twenty years or more
And every time he saw him Dillon cursed and raged and swore
He was diggin' hard in his field this time ... the goat was chewin' away
Near a great big six foot granite rock when Dillon heard him say

Are you diggin' 'em, Dillon, are you diggin' 'em deep?
Are you pilin' 'em, Dillon, in a nice big heap?
Oh, I'm diggin' 'em, says Dillon ... not enough to fill a boat
But I'd be diggin' 'em more if it wasn't for you, you rotten stinkin' goat
But I'd be diggin' 'em more if it wasn't for you, you rotten stinkin' goat

Now Dillon got the fright of his life when he knew just what took place
And he said Good Lord, 'tis the devil himself come to snatch me from your grace
Come to take me for my sacrilege and my rotten life of sin
And he ran like mad down the hill to home and the goat just pitched right in

But they say it was the priest just passin' by when he heard old Dillon curse
On the goat and the spuds and the Lord above for makin' all things worse
Just to hush the roars at Heaven above he thought he'd bid good-day
And as he passed the garden fence the good priest he did say

Are you diggin' 'em, Dillon, are you diggin' 'em deep?
Are you pilin' 'em, Dillon, in a nice big heap?
Oh, I'm diggin' 'em, says Dillon ... not enough to fill a boat
But I'd be diggin' 'em more if it wasn't for you, you rotten stinkin' goat
I'd be diggin' 'em more if it wasn't for you, you rotten stinkin' goat

You could never tell Dillon 'twas the priest who spoke to stop his cursin' spree
Passin' quietly behind that rock so Dillon couldn't see
And to this day in Mobile on that grand old southern shore
There's a thousand who believe the goat spoke out when Dillon swore

Are you diggin' 'em, Dillon, are you diggin' 'em deep?
Are you pilin' 'em, Dillon, in a nice big heap?
Oh, I'm diggin' 'em, says Dillon ... not enough to fill a boat
But I'd be diggin' 'em more if it wasn't for you, you rotten stinkin' goat
But I'd be diggin' 'em more if it wasn't for you, you rotten stinkin' goat

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