shot in the dark

a rambling rover comes to town somewhere in the county down

he was only passing through

somehow feeling blue

so many faces he had met and left without regret

still waiting for the chimes to ring and his soul to sing

he found a pub where he could play

only for one night

when suddenly he saw her eyes

desire at first sight

shot in the dark

one step away from me

and when he saw her pretty face

it was a castle in the clouds

his aching heart was burning now and he felt no doubts

he didn't dare to talk to her and so he fiddled for the crowd

she stood first row in front of him his eyes were shining proudly

he played a lovely fiddle tune and swept her off her feet

and while he looked into her eyes his heart began to beat

collywobbles and the creeps

he went straight to the bar

and when he had a lot of pints he sang whiskey in the jar

she drives him round the twist

and now he can't resist

drunk as a fiddler's bitch

and so he goes to make his stitch