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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 SongtexteI 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! Aus Songtexte Mania