Lord of Morven
The Clan McLoony Anthem
by John Goulden/Raving McLoony
(to the tune of Lord of the Dance)
Italics = Solo
I fought in the
morning when the revel had begun
Then I drank under moon, under stars, under sun
I came from Morven and I drank from the well
And the clan gave me their patterns to sell
(Chorus)
Drink then whatever you can see
We are the teeth of the McLoony
We merry few, we'll drink with 'ee
For we are the celts of the west country
We’ll march o’er hill,
an’ we’ll march wi’ ye
Wi' a yell an' a song, we'll fight by 'ee
Against the world it's you and me
Just give the word and we'll charge with ye
(Chorus)
I drunk some
o' most and o' the rest too
But no-one can stomach our Mad's brew
We'll give a toast to Hamish and a toast to 'ee
And then we'll drink to all of ye
(Chorus)
Ou sire Hamish,
he's gone is he
But he'll stop by for a drink with 'ee
They buried his body and they thought he'd gone
But he keeps coming back so we revel on
(Chorus)
When you die
you'll go to the sea
with that much booze they daren't burn 'ee
We'll come and we'll go and we'll die with 'ee
But first we'll drink 'cos we're McLoony
(Chorus x 3)