Traveller, upon the moor

Weary limbed, been here before

Slow with drink, filthy mouth

Finding girls, heading south

Pilgrimage, o' 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 coming

Oh, he had it coming

A ride on a kelpie's back

Should teach him something

OOh, ooh

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 coming

Oh he had it coming

A ride on a kelpie's back

Should teach him something

OOh, ooh

They gallop wild, the man exclaims

On through the bramble, through the flames

Into Loch Tanna, waters 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 coming

Oh he had it coming

A ride on a kelpie's back

Should teach him something

OOh

OOh

OOh

OOh

OOh

OOh

He had it coming

Oh, he had it coming

A ride on a kelpie's back

Should teach him something

OOh, ooh