T'was in the town of St. John's. It was there I chanced
to dwell,
one night when I was playing in a pub you all know
well.
I met a girl from Carbonear who said she liked to
dance,
and if I knew just what to do then maybe I'd have a
chance.
I asked if she was partial to the jigs or to the reels.
What was her particular fancy for kicking you her
heels?
She said she was fond of the melody and the singing of
the note,
but her particular fancy was the rhythm of the goat.
Chorus:
With me rowdy diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
Me rowdy dow diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
So I asked if there was a particular tune that she
might like to hear.
I'd play it on my mandolin, my banjo or my guitar.
I'd play it on my fiddle or my whistle note for note,
all she said she wanted to hear was the rhythm of the
goat.
Chorus:
With me rowdy diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
Me rowdy dow diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
Well I thought I knew just what to do so then I turned
to she,
with me diddle dum this one diddle dum that one diddley
dum diddley dum dee.
With your whack fol tor-a-lora and the story of Lukey's
Boat,
but all she said she wanted to hear was the rhythm of
the goat.
Chorus:
With me rowdy diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
Me rowdy dow diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
So I took out me bodhran and I began to play
a song I knew when I was young down in Conception Bay.
Her feet they hardly touched the floor I knew I had her
vote
'cause I was finally playing the rhythm of the goat.
Chorus: (2X)
With me rowdy diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.
Me rowdy dow diddley dow diddley and me rowdy dow
diddley dow da.