‘The Wee Magic Stane’ by Robin Hall and Jimmy MacGregor (see FILMS)

The Stone of Scone - Stone of Destiny

The Wee Magic Stane (Music: Trad /Lyrics: Johnny McAvoy) is a humorous Scottish Republican song commemorating the liberation of the iconic (for Scots) Stone of Scone from under King Edward’s Chair/Throne in Westminster Abbey in 1950, for return to Scotland. This performance at ‘THE ESKIMO REPUBLIC’ at Glasgow’s Tron Theatre is probably the last made together by Robin Hall and Jimmy MacGregor. It was also the last public performance by  fiddle player Bobby Campbell. Other artists include: Ronnie Alexander, Finlay Allison, Bob Blair, Ian Davison, Arthur Johnstone, Enoch Kent, Ian Kirkpatrick, Danny Kyle, Gordon McCulloch, Geordie McIntyre, Adam McNaughtan, Ewan McVicar, Brian Miller, Palaver: Aileen Carr, Gordeanna McCulloch, Chris Miles & Maureen Jelks, Sam Ramsay, Jimmy Ross and Charlie Soane.

THE WEE MAGIC STANE (MP3 and Lyrics) See also FILMS: LYRICS – The Wee Magic Stane

The Wee Magic Stane

The Dean o’ Westminster was a powerful man

He held a’ the strings o’ the State in his hand

But wi’ a’ his great business it flustered him nane

When some rogues ran away wi’ his wee magic stane

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The Stane had great powers that could dae sic a thing

That withoot it it seemed we’d be wantin’ a king

So he sent for the polis and made this decree

Go hunt oot the Stone and return it tae me

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So the polis went beetlin’ away up tae the North

They hunted the Clyde and they hunted the Forth

But the wild folk up yonder just kidded them a’

For they didnae believe it was magic at a’

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Noo the Provost o’ Glesca, Sir Victor by name

Wis awfy put oot when he heard o’ the Stane

So he offered the statues that stan’ in George Square

That the High Church’s masons might mak’ a few mair

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When the Dean o’ Westminster wi’ this was acquaint

He sent for Sir Victor and made him a saint

But it’s no good you sending your statues down heah

Said the Dean, But it gives me a jolly good ideah

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So they quarried a stane o’ the very same stuff

And they dressed it all up till it looked like enough

Then he sent for the press and announced that the Stane

Had been found and returned tae Westminster again

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But the cream o’ the joke still remains tae be telt

For the bloke that wis turnin’ them aff on the belt

At the peak o’ production was so sorely pressed

That the real yin got bunged in alang wi’ the rest

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So if ever ye cam’ on a stane wi’ a ring

Just sit yersel’ doon and proclaim yersel’ king

There’s nane will be able tae challenge yer claim

That ye’ve crooned yersel’ King on the Destiny Stane

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