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?

Ñhorus
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