An poc ar buile - The Rumjacks

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

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

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

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

Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile!

Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile!

I’M THE MAD PUCK GOAT O' KILORGLIN, AND I’M ATERROR TO YER EVERY FOE,

COME SING TO MY SACRED MEMORY.

FROM DROMORE OUT TO DINGLE, A-CARRYIN' THE

DEVIL I GO

A-DRIVIN' THE VILLAIN BEFORE ME

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

Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile!

Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile!

Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailliliú tá an puc ar buile!

As I continue to go to O'More's Bridge, I burn as I go

in meithil

Who would turn me in a misty look

But a crocodile bag is furious

We ran across three ruts

Your fight is all over the neck

He got crushed in the turtles

In spite of that, his back was filled with energy

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!

He did not leave a rock untouched

Do not run with force to destroy me, It is then that he cast the

most jump

With the great slope of the Brick Opportunity

There was a large guard in Rochestown

We gathered a force to clip us

He struck a rope with his horns in the buttocks there

He made two new trousers

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!

I’M THE MAD PUCK GOAT O ’KILORGLIN, AND I’M ATERROR TO YER EVERY FOE,

COME SING TO MY SACRED MEMORY.

FROM DROMORE OUT TO DINGLE, A-CARRYIN 'THE

DEVIL I GO

A-DRIVIN 'THE VILLAIN BEFORE ME

The parish priest was in Daingean Uí Chúis for the evening

out 'against us

He said he was the devil he thought

The direction caught a mad bag

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!

Alliteration, alliteration, alliteration the puck is mad!