"Where's My Billy Goat Gone To?" (1882) Humorous Song and Chorus Written and Composed by Henry Clay Work, 1832-1882, No. 67 1. 'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had When she was nine, and twenty: Not of gold -- Oh, no! -- nor gem, nor pearl, Tho' he who gave had plenty. 'Twas a gift she took so much to heart, Her neighbors thought her silly; 'Twas a B-A-B-Y (Baby) Goat, A snow-white Baby Billy! Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh! Where's my Billy Goat gone to? CHORUS Take my home! Take my farm! Yes, me too (if you want to); But tell me! tell me! Where's my Billy Goat gone to? Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh! Where's my Billy Goat gone to? 2. When she tried to teach him how to read, Twas only "baa" he'd utter; As she coaxed him then with cake and cream, He'd slyly turn to butt her. Yet he taught himself a thousand tricks, And many a curious caper; He would clamber to her chimney top, And dine there on brown paper. (CHORUS) 3. When the winter came she bought him shoes, And flannel red she ordered For a Sunday suit, with trousers cut Four-legged and embroidered On the steeple soon in tatters hung, They set the parson snarling; And he called that goat Be-el-ze-bub -- The one that she called Darling. Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh! Where's my Billy Goat gone to? (CHORUS) 4. He was fond of roaming on the rocks, With workmen in the quarry; And if there he found their luncheon pails, Not he but they were sorry. For he raised aloft his iron brow, Despite the foreman's clamor; And the pails, he crushed them one by one, As with a blacksmith's hammer. Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh! Where's my Billy Goat gone to? (CHORUS) 5. Then for pails replaced and pails concealed Each morning he went searching, Till at last he found a shining prize, Upon a boulder perching. Had he read its label, "Dynamite!" He might have known his blunder; But he gave it one tremendous blow, And then came peals of thunder! Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh! Where's my Billy Goat gone to? (CHORUS)