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| Mad Billy Goat - An Poc ar Buile |
As I set out with me pike in hand To Dromore town to join a meithil (work gang), Who should I meet but a tan puck goat And he's roaring mad and scrappin'. Chorus Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. He chased me over bush and weed And thru the bog the running proceeded, 'Til he caught his horns in a clump of gorse And on his back I jumped unheeded. Chorus Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. There was ne'er a rock with no passage through Which he did not jump, and me like Eddie Macken. But when he leaped clean down Faill Breach I felt like a load of old wet sacking. Chorus Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. When the sergeant stood in Rochestown With a force of guards to apprehend us The goat he tore his trousers down And made rags of his breeches and new suspenders Chorus Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. In Dingle Town the next afternoon The parish priest addressed the meeting And swore it was The Devil himself He'd seen ridin' on the poc ar buile Chorus Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. Aill-il-lu puill-il-iu - Aill-il-lu it's the mad puck goat. ***** Ag gabháil dom sior chun Droichead Uí Mhóradha Píce im dhóid 's mé ag dul i meithil Cé casfaí orm i gcuma ceoidh Ach pocán crón is é ar buile... curfá Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Do ritheamar trasna trí ruillógach, Is do ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge, Is treascairt do bhfuair sé sna turtóga Chuas ina ainneoin ina dhrom le fuinneamh... curfá Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Níor fhág sé carraig go raibh scót ann Ná gur rith le fórsa chun mé a mhilleadh, S'Ansan sea do cháith sé an léim ba mhó. Le fána mhór na Faille Bríce... curfá Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Bhí garda mór i mBaile an Róistigh Is bhailigh fórsa chun sinn a chlipeadh Do bhuail sé rop dá adhairc sa tóin ann S'dá bhríste nua do dhein sé giobail... curfá Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! I nDaingean Uí Chúis le haghaidh an tráthnóna Bhí an sagart paróiste amach 'nár gcoinnibh Is é dúirt gurbh é an diabhal ba Dhóigh leis A ghaibh an treo ar phocán buile... curfá Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile! **** |
