Texty: Harry Connick, Jr.. The Lonely Goatherd.

High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
Folks in a town that was quite remote heard
Lusty and clear from the goatherd's throat heard

O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay
O ho lay dee odl lee o, lay dee odl lee o lay

A prince on the bridge of a castle moat heard
Men on a road with a load to tote heard
Ooh, all men in the midst of a table d'hote heard
Men drinking beer with the foam afloat heard

O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay
O ho lay dee odl lee o, lay dee odl lee o lay

One little girl in the pale pink coat heard
She yodeled back to the lonely goatherd
Soon her mama with the gleaming gloat heard
What a duet for a girl and goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hoo hoo

Happy are they lay dee olay dee lee o
Soon the duet will become a trio

Odl lay ee, old lay ee
Odl lay ee, odl lay ee
Odl lay ee, old lay ee
Odl lay ee