An Poc Ar Buile (The Mad Puck Goat )

Chieftains & Friends. “As I set out for Dromore town Pike in hand to go a-workin’ Who did I meet on the hillside But a tan puck goat stone mad for scrappin’ Aillilú etc He chased me through the hedges and ditches Around the bog in frenzy runnin’ But when his horns got caught up in gorse I leapt on his back despite his buckin’ Aillilú etc There were no rocks or gaps between He didn’t jump the puc ar buille And me hangin’ on to save me life When he jumped off the Faille Brice Aillilú etc The garda sergeant at Rochestown Called all his forces to surround us But the goat stuck both horns suas his hón And gobbled up his brand new trousers Aillilú etc In Dingle Town the next afternoon The parish priest addressed the meeting And swore it was The Devil himself He’d seen ridin’ on the puc ar buille.“