Paroles et traduction Gaelic Storm - An Poc Ar Buile

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!

The Crazy Goat

On my way out west to Dromore
I met a goat and joined in the revelry
Who should I meet in the music session
But a crazy goat who was full of beans!
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, the goat is mad.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, the goat is mad!
He hopped over three walls
And the fight moved all over the mountain.
He gave the rams a terrible fright
And landed on his back with a thump
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, the goat is mad.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, the goat is mad!
He didn't leave a rock unturned,
And ran with force to destroy me
That's when he took the biggest leap
Over the great cliffs of Fallace Bawn
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, the goat is mad.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, the goat is mad!
The Gardai came from the town of Ballyroche
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 brand-new britches!
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, the goat is mad.
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú
Ail-li-liú, puil-li-liú, the goat is mad!
In Dungarvan that evening
The parish priest came out to meet him
And said he thought it was the devil himself.
Did the goat care? Not a bit!