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