Translation of the song lyrics An Poc Ar Buile - Gaelic Storm

An Poc Ar Buile (original)

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!

An Poc Ar Buile (translation)

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!