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!