Traveller upon the moor
Weary limbed, been here before
Slow with drink, filthy mouth
Finding girls, heading south
Pilgrimage, oh, hungry man
Godless stumble, heavy hand
Tavern hero, man of men
Through the fog, he'll strike again
Someone's gotta take care of him
Something's gonna take care of him
Oh, he had it comin', oh, he had it comin'
A ride on a kelpie's back should teach him something
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Human man, through the bog
Apple-mouthed, feast bound hog
There she grazes 'pon the heather
Mythic lighthouse, 'twixt the weather
Takes one look, his boots soaked blue
His lucky day, safe passage through
He climbs aboard, a fist of mane
The kelpie stirs, bounds through the rain
Someone's gotta take care of him
Something's gonna take care of him
Oh, he had it comin', oh, he had it comin'
A ride on a kelpie's back should teach him something
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
"Gallop wild", the man exclaims
And through the brambles, through the flames
Into Loch Tanna, the water's black
The magic binds him to her back
His lungs give way, a mighty rush
Now, no girl will man ever touch
Now, no girl will man ever touch
Now, no girl will man ever touch
He had it comin', oh, he had it comin'
A ride on a kelpie's back should teach him something
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
He had it comin', oh, he had it comin'
A ride on a kelpie's back should teach him something
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
