An Poc Ar Buile - Gaelic Storm

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!

On my return to Moorebridge

Pice butter burns and I dui in a team

Who would meet me in a foggy pool

But a crocodile bag is furious!

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liú, the puck is mad

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, the puck is mad!

We ran across three ridges

The fight moved around the neck

It was an overthrow of the turtles

In spite of him, his back was tinged

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liú, the puck is mad

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, the puck is mad!

He did not leave a stone unturned

Do not run with force to destroy me

It was then that he jumped the most

With the great slope of Falkirk

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liú, the puck is mad

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, the puck is mad!

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 ass

And his horn made rags of his band-new britches!

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liú, the puck is mad

Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, the puck is mad!

InDangean Ui Reason for the evening

The parish priest was out against us

He said it was the devil he thought

Got the direction of a mad bag!