Paddy Goes To Holyhead Ula Drake
There lived a man in Bukarest
Ula was his name
He fell in love with a pretty fair maid
From a foreign shore she came
Her name was Princess Rosalie
From Transsylvania's land
Her father was the prince of the dawn
By the name of Lord Tyrant
Rosalie began to cry
Oh Ula Drake said she
I don't wanna be the wife of a king
Would you go away with me
But three days ago they were caught
By the men of Lord Tyrant
He killed his daughter in a rage
And brought Ula to his land
Lord Tyrant spoke the filthy curse
At transsylvania's shore
You stole my daughter´s heart from me
And the king that she adored
You shall not live and you shall not die
Fight your endless fight
Your meal will be the blood of fair maids
And your kingdom will be the night
The winds do sing a dreary song
On Transsylvania's shore
The story of Lord Dracula
And the girl that he adored.
