Вступление
[Intro]
GDG
[Verse]
DG
Och, the Dean o' Westminster was a powerful man
D
He held a' the reins o' the State in his hand
GCG
But wi' a' his great power, it flustered him nane
DG
When some rogues ran awa wi' his wee magic Stane
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
Noo, the Stane had great powers that could dae sich a thing
D
That withoot it, it seemed we'd be wantin' a king
GCG
So he called in the polis and made this decree
DG
Go and hunt oot the Stane and return it tae me
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
So the polis went beetlin' right up tae the North
D
They hunted the Clyde and they hunted the Forth
GCG
But the wild folks up yonder just kidded them a'
DG
For they didnae believe it was magic at a'
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
Noo the Provost o' Glesga, Sir Victor by name
D
Wis awfy put oot when he heard o' the Stane
GCG
So he offered the statues that stan' in George Square
DG
That the High Church's masons might mak' a few mair
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
When the Dean o' Westminster wi' this was acquaint
D
He sent for Sir Victor and he made him a saint
GCG
"It was no use you sending your statues down heah"
DG
Said the Dean, "But it gives me a right good ideah"
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
So he quarried a stane o' the very same stuff
D
And got it dressed up till it looked like enough
GCG
Then he sent for the press and announced that the Stane
DG
Had been found and returned tae Westminster again
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
When the reivers found oot what Westminster had done
D
They went aboot diggin' up stanes by the ton
GCG
And fur each wan they feenished they entered the claim
DG
That this was the true and original Stane
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
Noo the cream o' the joke still remains tae be tellt
D
Fur the bloke that was turnin' them aff on the belt
GCG
At the peak o' production was so sorely pressed
DG
That the real yin got bunged in alang wi' the rest
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay
[Verse]
DG
So if ever ye come on a Stane wi' a ring
D
Jist sit yersel' doon and proclaim yersel King
GCG
Fur there's nane wud be able to challenge yir claim
DG
That ye'd croont yersel King on the Destiny Stane
DG
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay