The ornery old goat has been dispatched,

The one with the beard and the horns,

He scared all the children, in bucking fit fevers,

And he tripped up the mares and the foals.

The ornery old goat has been dispatched,

The one who ate all of the grain,

He’d stand up beside you,

Stick a horn towards your good eye,

And make even the strong turn away.

The ornery old goat has been dispatched,

The one born more than twelve years ago.

The ornery old goat has been dispatched,

But we were sad to see him go.