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The Stoutest Man In The Forty-Twa

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    Chorus:
    The wind may blaw, the cock may craw
    The rain may rain, and the snaw may snaw
    But ye willnae frighten Jock McGraw
    The stoutest man in the Forty Twa

    Behold, I am a soldier bold, I'm only twenty-five years old
    A finer warrior ne'er was seen from Inverness to Gretna Green
    When I was young, my faither said he'd put me tae a decent trade
    But I didnae like the work at a' - I went and I joined the Forty-Twa

    The sergeant who enlisted me slaps my back and then says he
    A man like you so big and tall could ne'er be killed by a cannon ball
    And the colonel then when he cam' roon', he looks me up, he looks me doon
    And then said he, I'll take a guess - you must be the monster of Loch Ness

    At our last battle across the sea the general he sent after me
    When I got there wi' my big gun the battle was as good as won.
    For the enemy a' ran awa' when they caught sight o' Big McGraw
    A man like me so big and neat, ye ken yersel' can never be beat.

    The King then held a grand review, we numbered a thousand and sixty-two
    A' the Forty-Twa cam' marchin' past and Big McGraw cam' marchin' last
    A' the royal party grabbed their sticks an' they a' began tae stretch their necks
    Said the King tae the Colonel, Upon my soul, I thought that man was a telegraph pole

    (as sung by Iain MacKintosh & Hamish Imlach)

    see also Jock McGraw below.

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  • Notes see 'Wha Saw the Forty-Second' (currently not in list)

  • Feedbackformular vom 20.02.2004 um 06:02:10 an Henry Kochlin

    Email:         seamus@peak.org
    Name:         F. J. Taylor
    Kommentar:         
    Nice site. A more complete and corrected form of a song for you:



    Jock McGraw (The Stoutest Man in the Forty-Twa)

    Behold, I am a soldier bold, and only twenty-five years old
    A braver warrior ne'er was seen from Inverness to Gretna Green
    When I was young, my faither said he'd put me tae a decent trade
    But I didnae like that job at a' - I went and I joined the Forty-Twa

    cho: The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
    The rain may rain, and the snaw may snaw
    But ye winna frichten Jock McGraw,
    He's the stoutest man in the Forty Twa

    The sergeant when he 'listed me, he winked his e'e and then says he,
    "A man like you so stout and tall can ne'er be killed by a cannon ball!"
    The captain then when he cam' roon, he looked me up and he looked me doon,
    Then turning tae the sergeant said, "Awa' ye scamp, ye've 'listed the bleachfield oot on tramp!"

    (Alt: The captain then when he cam' roon, he looked me up and he looked me doon,
    And said, said he, " I'll tak a guess--Ye must be the beastie o' Loch Ness!")

    At oor last fecht across the sea, the general he sends efter me
    Fwhan I gaed there wi' ma big gun, of course the battle it was won.
    The enemy a' ran awa', they were feart at the legs o'Jock McGraw
    A man like me so tall and neat, ye ken yersel' he could niver be beat.

    The King then held a grand review, we numbered a thoosand and sixty-two;
    The kiltie lads cam' marchin' past and Jock McGraw cam' marchin' last
    The royal party grabbed their sticks an' a' began tae stretch their necks
    Cries the King tae the Colonel, " Upon my soul, I took that man for a telegraph pole."


    Thank You !

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