The Ballad of Clan Mac Aroon

THE BALLAD OF CLAN MAC AROON Listen ye now to a story The history of Clan Mac Aroon Tis a tale to set brave hearts a tremble And cause many a faint heart to swoon The English were thick in the Highlands Each with a sword neath his goon They were searching the moor and the heather For the King's diamond crusted spitoon But they needn't ah looked any further Twas in the hands of the Clans Mac Aroon The fight that ensued was ferocious With many a fine lad laid doon And though the bagpipes were playin atrocious It made the British just wonna gae hoom They were stubborn and bent on destruction And they fought to the last Mac Aroon When the dust and the smoke had all settled And the battle was over and doon There was naught but a pile of rubble Where the Mac Aroon castle had boon But the English went home empty handed For although the battle they woon They never more saw the King's cuspidor Nor slew they the last Mac Aroon So we sing and we drink our proud fellows Whose brave sons were laid in their tomb For they fought and they died On the wide Firth of Clyde just to spit in an English spitoon The gloroius Clan Mac Aroon