An Poc Ar Buile
Ar mo ghabháil dom siar chum Droichead Ui Mhórdha
Pice im dhóid is mé dui i meitheal
Cé chasfai orm i gcumar ceoidh
Ach pocán crón is é ar buile!
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
Do ritheamar trasna tri ruilleogach
Is du ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge.
Is treascairt da bhfuai sé sna turtóga
Chuas ina ainneoin ar a dhroim le tuinneamh
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
Nior fhag se carriag go raibh scót ann,
Ná gur rith le fórsa chun mé a mhilleadh
Is ea ansin do chaith se an leim ba mho
Le fána mhór na Faille Brice
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
The Gardai came from the town of Ballyroche
For to catch that goat with sticks and switches
The goat gave the Captain a kick up his arse,
And his horn made rags of his band-new britches!
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
InDangean Ui Chúis le haghaidh an tráthóna
Bhi an sagart paróiste amach nár gcoinnibh
Is é duirt gurbh é and diabhal ba dhóigh leis.
An ghaibh an treo ar phocán buile!
Pice im dhóid is mé dui i meitheal
Cé chasfai orm i gcumar ceoidh
Ach pocán crón is é ar buile!
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
Do ritheamar trasna tri ruilleogach
Is du ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge.
Is treascairt da bhfuai sé sna turtóga
Chuas ina ainneoin ar a dhroim le tuinneamh
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
Nior fhag se carriag go raibh scót ann,
Ná gur rith le fórsa chun mé a mhilleadh
Is ea ansin do chaith se an leim ba mho
Le fána mhór na Faille Brice
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
The Gardai came from the town of Ballyroche
For to catch that goat with sticks and switches
The goat gave the Captain a kick up his arse,
And his horn made rags of his band-new britches!
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, tá an poc ar buile!
InDangean Ui Chúis le haghaidh an tráthóna
Bhi an sagart paróiste amach nár gcoinnibh
Is é duirt gurbh é and diabhal ba dhóigh leis.
An ghaibh an treo ar phocán buile!
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Writer(s): Stephen Twigger, Shep Lonsdale, Stephen Wehmeyer, Patrick Murphy
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