Here's another version of this song in English: THE CRAZY GOAT As I went west to Droichead Uí Mhórdha Pike in hand to join the work-band Who should I meet in a foggy canyon But a tawny goat and him demented? Ă‘horus Ailliliú, puilliliú, ailllilú the goat's gone crazy Away we raced through bog-myrtle And battle raged along the thickets Among the clumps he struck a blow And down upon his back I landed There wasn't a passage, gap or chasm That he didn't charge, hoping to maim me But the greatest leap of all he saved For the sheer cliff-lace of an Fhaill Bhreac A great guard there was in Baile an Róistígh And he raised a troop with a mind to beat us But his arse got stabbed by the he-goat's horn And his brand new trousers were all in tatters In Daingean Uí Chúise as evening fell The parish priest was out to meet us And he said it was none but the devil himself Who went the road on a crazy he-goat
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