Wee Magic Stane chords

[INTRO]
[G] [D] [G]

[VERSE]
Och, the Dean o' Westminster was a [D]powerful [G]man
He held a' the reins o' the [D]State in his hand
But wi' [G]a' his great power, it [C]flustered him [G]nane
When some rogues ran awa wi' his [D]wee magic [G]Stane
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
Noo, the Stane had great powers that could [D]dae sich a [G]thing
That withoot it, it seemed we'd be [D]wantin' a king
So he [G]called in the polis and [C]made this de[G]cree
Go and hunt oot the Stane and re[D]turn it tae [G]me
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
So the polis went beetlin' right [D]up tae the [G]North
They hunted the Clyde and they [D]hunted the Forth
But the [G]wild folks up yonder just [C]kidded them [G]a'
For they didnae believe it was [D]magic at [G]a'
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
Noo the Provost o' Glesga, Sir [D]Victor by [G]name
Wis awfy put oot when he [D]heard o' the Stane
So he [G]offered the statues that [C]stan' in George [G]Square
That the High Church's masons might [D]mak' a few [G]mair
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
When the Dean o' Westminster wi' [D]this was ac[G]quaint
He sent for Sir Victor and he [D]made him a saint
"It was [G]no use you sending your [C]statues down [G]heah"
Said the Dean, "But it gives me a [D]right good i[G]deah"
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
So he quarried a stane o' the [D]very same [G]stuff
And got it dressed up till it [D]looked like enough
Then he [G]sent for the press and an[C]nounced that the [G]Stane
Had been found and returned tae [D]Westminster a[G]gain
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
When the reivers found oot what West[D]minster had [G]done
They went aboot diggin' up [D]stanes by the ton
And fur [G]each wan they feenished they [C]entered the [G]claim
That this was the true and o[D]riginal [G]Stane
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
Noo the cream o' the joke still re[D]mains tae be [G]tellt
Fur the bloke that was turnin' them [D]aff on the belt
At the [G]peak o' production was [C]so sorely [G]pressed
That the real yin got bunged in a[D]lang wi' the [G]rest
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay

[VERSE]
So if ever ye come on a [D]Stane wi' a [G]ring
Jist sit yersel' doon and pro[D]claim yersel King
Fur there's [G]nane wud be able to [C]challenge yir [G]claim
That ye'd croont yersel King on the [D]Destiny [G]Stane
[D] [G]
Wi' a too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay