In my road to Dungarvan in search of some fowl,
Near Ballytown Crystal an old pistol I found,
I met the post boy with his bag on his back,
I presented my pistol and soon made him stand.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

“For mercy, for mercy”, the post boy did cry,
“And this is the way I’ve to earn my hire.
To support an old woman, a child and a wife,
I shall give you the bag if you spare me me life."

Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

I told him stand back in a wood that was nigh;
I told him stand there til his bag I would try.
In one of his letters, was a fifty pound note,
Directed to Wexford to one Michael Power.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

I gave him his bag and I bid good-bye.
I said I’ll go further more vengeance to try.
The next man I met was a mountain dragoon,
I presented my pistol and made him stand soon.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

His belt and his buckles I tied to my waist,
His sword and his pistol I then walked away.
If the captain will miss them I know he will sure,
You can tell him you lent them to one Michael Power.

Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

I did not go far when who should I see,
Four yeomen well armed coming up close to me.
The first three that came up, sure I shot them down dead,
And I followed t'auld sergeant and cut off his head.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

I went into Carrick and slept there that night.
It was early in the morning I got a great fright.
Twelve yeomen, well-armed, they’d broken the door,
And I left them all bleeding stretched dead on the floor.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

I paid for my lodging and made no delay,
I loaded my pistol and then walked away.
I met an informer and he going to a fair,
And he riding a beautiful foxington mare.
Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

I went into Carrick to a place they call Glynn.
I met Kelly the hangman he had a drop-in.
He looked at my face and he said, “I am sure
That you’re the bold hero called brave Michael Power”.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

He offered to box me in a yard that was nigh.
The first tip I gave him I put him in despair.
“Before you’ll hang any more, my arms will tell,
And I’ll send your old soul going blazing to hell.”

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee

And now you have heard my comical song.
I hope you’re all please I have said nothing wrong.
The next time I’ll come, sure I’ll sing you some more,
About the old pistol and brave Michael Power.

Allee Toorel o doorel o dingle o dee