Anúna

Bean Pháidín/An Poc Ar Buile

(Chorus 1)
It's a great pity that I'm not, that I'm not
It's a great pity that I'm not the wife of Páidín
It's a great pity that I'm not, that I'm not
And the woman that he has to be dead

I would go to Galway, to Galway
And I would go to Galway with Páidín
I would go to Galway, to Galway
And I would return in the boat with him

Chorus 1

I would go to an Clochán
And west by Béal Á' na Báighe
would look in through the windows
I would spot Páidín's wife

Chorus 1

May your legs be broken, be broken
May your legs be broken, Páidín's wife
May your legs be broken, be broken
May your legs and your bones be broken

Chorus 1

As I set out to old Dromore
With pike in hand to join a meitheal
Who should I meet but a tan puck goat
And he roaring mad in ferocious mettle

(Chorus 2)
Alliliú puilliliu
Alliliú tá an poc ar buile
Alliliú puilliliu
Alliliú tá an poc ar buile

He chased me over bush and weed
And through the bog the run proceeded
Til he caught his horns in a clump of gorse
And on his back I jumped unheeded

Chorus 2

When the sergeant stood in Rochestown
With a force of guards to apprehend us
The goat, he tore his trousers down
And made rags of his breeches and new suspenders

Chorus 2
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