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