Oh, the Bansha peeler went out one night on duty and patrolling-o
He spied a goat up on the road and took him for a-strolling-o
With bayonet fixed, he sallied forth and he caught him by the wizen-o
And there swore out a mighty oath he'd send him off to prison-o
Have mercy, sir, the goat replied and let me tell my story-o
I am no rogue, no ribbon man, no c***y, Whig, or Tory-o
I'm innocent of any crime, of petty or high treason-o
For my tribe is active at this time it is the mating season-o
"Do not complain," the peeler said but give your tongue a bridle-o
You're absent from your dwelling place, disorderly, and idle-o
Your h***y locks will not prevail nor your sublime oration-o
For the penal laws will you transport on your own information-o
No penal laws have I transgressed by deed or combination-o
It's true I have no place of rest, no home, or habitation-o
But Bansha is my dwelling place where I was bread and borne-o
I'm of an honest working race that's all the trade I've learned-o
I wager, sir, that you are drunk on whiskey, rum, and brandy-o
Or you wouldn't have such gallant s**** to be so bold and manly-o
You readily would let me pass If I had money handy-o
I'd take you to the parting glass its then I'd be the dandy-o
He spied a goat up on the road and took him for a-strolling-o
With bayonet fixed, he sallied forth and he caught him by the wizen-o
And there swore out a mighty oath he'd send him off to prison-o
Have mercy, sir, the goat replied and let me tell my story-o
I am no rogue, no ribbon man, no c***y, Whig, or Tory-o
I'm innocent of any crime, of petty or high treason-o
For my tribe is active at this time it is the mating season-o
"Do not complain," the peeler said but give your tongue a bridle-o
You're absent from your dwelling place, disorderly, and idle-o
Your h***y locks will not prevail nor your sublime oration-o
For the penal laws will you transport on your own information-o
No penal laws have I transgressed by deed or combination-o
It's true I have no place of rest, no home, or habitation-o
But Bansha is my dwelling place where I was bread and borne-o
I'm of an honest working race that's all the trade I've learned-o
I wager, sir, that you are drunk on whiskey, rum, and brandy-o
Or you wouldn't have such gallant s**** to be so bold and manly-o
You readily would let me pass If I had money handy-o
I'd take you to the parting glass its then I'd be the dandy-o