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 Shot in the Dark... 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 drinks him round the twist And now he can't resist Drunk as a fiddler's bitch And so he goes to make his stich Shot in the Dark...