There was a warm wind with the high tide

On the south of the hill

Where the young girl went a-walking

And I followed with a will.



Good day to you my fine young lady

With your lips so sweetly full.

May I help you comb your long hair

Sweep it from that brow so [cruel?]?



I ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.



Well I'm a man when I'm feeling

The urge to step ashore.

So I may charm you, not alarm you,

Tell you all fine things, and more.



I ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.



Say goodbye to all your dear kin,

For they hate to see you go

In your young prime to this place of mine

And they're still not far below.



I ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.



I ride with the kelpie.

I'll steal your soul to the deep.

If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.