Lletres: Gaelic Storm. An Poc Ar Buile.

Ar mo ghabhail dom siar chum Droichead Ui Mhordha
Pice im dhoid is me dui i meitheal
Ce chasfai orm i gcumar ceoidh
Ach pocan cron is e ar buile!

Chorus:

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile!

Do ritheamar trasna tri ruilleogach
Is du ghluais an comhrac ar fud na muinge.
Is treascairt da bhfuai se sna turtoga
Chuas ina ainneoin ar a dhroim le tuinneamh

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile!
Nior fhag se carriag go raibh scot ann,
Na gur rith le forsa chun me a mhilleadh
Is ea ansin do chaith se an leim ba mho
Le fana mhor na Faille Brice

Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, ta 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-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile.
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu
Ail-li-liu, puil-li-liu, ta an poc ar buile!

InDangean Ui Chuis le haghaidh an trathona
Bhi an sagart paroiste amach nar gcoinnibh
Is e duirt gurbh e and diabhal ba dhoigh leis.
An ghaibh an treo ar phocan buile!