Alex Campbell - Wee magic stane

Och, the Dean o' Westminster was a ^Dpowerful ^Gman He held a' the reins o' the ^DState in his hand But wi' ^Ga' his great power, it ^Cflustered him ^Gnane When some rogues ran awa wi' his ^Dwee magic ^GStane D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

Noo, the Stane had great powers that could ^Ddae sich a ^Gthing That withoot it, it seemed we'd be ^Dwantin' a king So he ^Gcalled in the polis and ^Cmade this de^Gcree Go and hunt oot the Stane and re^Dturn it tae ^Gme D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

So the polis went beetlin' right ^Dup tae the ^GNorth They hunted the Clyde and they ^Dhunted the Forth But the ^Gwild folks up yonder just ^Ckidded them ^Ga' For they didnae believe it was ^Dmagic at ^Ga' D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

Noo the Provost o' Glesga, Sir ^DVictor by ^Gname Wis awfy put oot when he ^Dheard o' the Stane So he ^Goffered the statues that ^Cstan' in George ^GSquare That the High Church's masons might ^Dmak' a few ^Gmair D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

When the Dean o' Westminster wi' ^Dthis was ac^Gquaint He sent for Sir Victor and he ^Dmade him a saint "It was ^Gno use you sending your ^Cstatues down ^Gheah" Said the Dean, "But it gives me a ^Dright good i^Gdeah" D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

So he quarried a stane o' the ^Dvery same ^Gstuff And got it dressed up till it ^Dlooked like enough Then he ^Gsent for the press and an^Cnounced that the ^GStane Had been found and returned tae ^DWestminster a^Ggain D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

When the reivers found oot what West^Dminster had ^Gdone They went aboot diggin' up ^Dstanes by the ton And fur ^Geach wan they feenished they ^Centered the ^Gclaim That this was the true and o^Driginal ^GStane D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

Noo the cream o' the joke still re^Dmains tae be ^Gtellt Fur the bloke that was turnin' them ^Daff on the belt At the ^Gpeak o' production was ^Cso sorely ^Gpressed That the real yin got bunged in a^Dlang wi' the ^Grest D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

So if ever ye come on a ^DStane wi' a ^Gring Jist sit yersel' doon and pro^Dclaim yersel King Fur there's ^Gnane wud be able to ^Cchallenge yir ^Gclaim That ye'd croont yersel King on the ^DDestiny ^GStane D G Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay