Oh but I saw a solemn sight
said the rambling shambling travelling man
Castle Dargan's ruins all lit
lovely ladies dancing in it

What though they danced, those days are gone
Said the wicked, crooked hawthorn tree
Lovely lady or gallant man
are blown cold dust or a bit of bone

wo-oh-oh-oh


Oh what is life but a mouthful of air (what is life but a mouthful of air)
said the rambling, shambling travelling man (rambling shambling travelling man)
yet all the lovely things that were
live, for I saw them dancing there

Nobody knows what may befall
said the wicked, crooked hawthorn tree
I have stood so long by a gap in the wall
maybe I shall not die at all

wo-oh-oh-oh

Oh but I saw a solemn sight (Oh but I saw a solemn sight)
said the rambling, shambling travelling man (rambling shambling travelling man)
all the lovely things that were
live, for I saw them dancing there

wo-oh-oh-oh