His actions were slated,

His guts were hated,

It was deemed that his life,

Should be truncated,

His demise, the townsfolk plotted, (aaaaah!)

Ambushed, beaten and garrotted.

Accuse-ed of witchcraft,

Hung, drawn and halved,

Confronted by death,

To them I just laugh,

Executed for unlawful carnage, (aaaaah!)

Buried in peat, just outside Woodbridge.

Oooooooh,

The eyes of the Tollund Man,

Rise did the Tollund Man,

To unleash the terror,

Upon everyone,

That he saw.

This evil must not be unearthed,

This evil must not be unearthed.