Putting this in comedy on account of the words :P
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
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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
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