In Camlann town where I was born There was a beast of iron Three hundred years remained uncaught But not for want of trying Deep in the night it clanked and roared It tore our town asunder Of metal sheets, of bricks and stone All building blocks did plunder A price, a price, upon its head A living wage forever For any knight to strike it dead Upon this grand endeavour Go ready me my wheels of speed My bandoliers and rifle That I may ride to seek my prize For all that's just and rightful For two score years I tracked it down I would not be outwitted Though many times my spirit broke My quest could not be quitted It was the merry month of May I found its wondrous dwelling A bower of brick and burnished steel Formed from our own town's felling The beast if iron, in times gone by Created all things useful It could not cease when stores ran dry Its beauty yet was thruthful And though I tried with all my might I'd not the heart to kill it For few can take a dying world And still with beauty fill it