I was travelling through the wastelands, one dark and windy day When I met a travelling gypsy, with his cart along the way He was a storyteller, and he seemed to be the last So I asked him please to tell me a story from the past He said to me I'll tell you the story of a man Who was the last survivor, of a big and glorious clan He was out to seek his fortune, and strike the pot of gold But he ended up a tyran, who was out to rob them all ♪ Singing aydiadeliaydi, aydiaydiay I'll tell you all about the man, who left the righteous side Singin aydiadeliaydi, the story of a man Who went out to seek his fortune, in the blood of fellow man It was in the weary outskirts, of a town near Dingle Bay This giant of a man, went out one winters day He raped, sieged and plundered, all around the southern land And he utilized the trust, he had gained from fellow man He came in the door a gentleman, before they knew his rage He courted with the women, found the craiq with all the mates But when the craiq was over, and he found the pot of gold He was quick to grab the lot, then he raped and killed them all ♪ Singing aydiadeliaydi, aydiaydiay I'll tell you all about the man, who left the righteous side Singin aydiadeliaydi, the story of a man Who went out to seek his fortune, in the blood of fellow man ♪ He made his way to the capitol, to proceed his dirty deeds But there he met the Garda, the Irish, strong police He went down in a blast of smoke, and was never seen again But the stories always tell us, he will plunder once again