My Highland goat
Was feeling fine
Ate six red shirts
From off the line
His Master Jack
Gave him a whack
And tied him to
A railroad track
The whistle blew
The train drew nigh
My highland goat
Was doomed to die
He gave a groan
Of awful pain
Coughed up the shirts
And flagged the train
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