Theodore was a happy goat, always very jolly
He skipped & jumped & frolicked with his, best friend Polly
But now I have to tell you, about our dear friend
Coming to his dark, horrid & bitter end....

CHORUS;
1, 2, 3, 4,
Theodore the goat, baa, Theodore the goat, baa, Theodore the goat, baa, Theodore the goat, baa, Theodore, Theodore, Theodore

Born a hundred years ago, in a field of daisies
To his dear old mother, known as Maisy
But then our friend was taken, to a faraway land
A miserable location, no flowers, fields or sand

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I'm sorry to have to say this, but he was decapitated
With sticks & strings & other things, in uncomfortable places
Alas he could not realise this, for he had lost his head
And now he is, he is, he is, he is, he is.........   dead

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A bamboo stick was shoved up there, a lovely peice of timber
With little holes for making tunes with CURSED! little fingers
Haunted by his shadow, they ripped his poor guts out
And now he is all filled with air, & makes a GHASTLY sound

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Now he is at Rose's Gap, Polly is here too
In the form of instruments, a bagpipe made for you
So next time when you play the pipes, think of our dear Theodore
A lovely little spirit, that sadly is no more

CHORUS 2
1, 2, 3, 4,
Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore the bagpipe, baa, Theodore, Theodore, Theodore