{© Ed Pickford}

The Jacobites came roaring South in 1745

They caused some consternation to everyone alive

From Inverness to Derby they raised a helluva din

But not a one could ever compare

To that -  [spoken] Catholic Protestant Agnostic

songwriting man

A man who would be king of a Scottish Republic

That patron sinner of Glasgow – [sung]  Matt McGinn

Chorus:

McGinn McGinn

That man called Matt McGinn

I’ve never met a Scotsman

Like that man called Matt McGinn

[Sing verse & chorus of  McGinn’s ‘Bingo Bella’]

Matt was hauled before the court the judge said, “If

you please

explain to me the words you wrote where you mention

effin’ bees

You’ve been charged with swearing and if I find this

true

I’ll have your skin Matt McGinn I’ll have you in a stew”

Matt said, ”First of all I like to say thank you for the

chance

to explain to you that Effen is a little town in France

It’s famous for its honey it has more bee hives than

trees

Consequently Effen is full of Effen bees.”

[Chorus] 

[Sing verse & chorus of McGinn’s ‘I.O.U’]

Matt was standing in a bar near San Francisco Bay

When he heard a voice behind him loudly say,

“I can smell a Scotsman – it’s smell that I don’t like! 

Scotsmen all are cowards -not one of them can fight.”

Matt turned round and faced this man the man stood 7

 foot 3

His face was carved from granite and his legs carved

from a tree

Matt said, “What you say my friend strictly isn’t true

but in this particular instance I agree with you!”

[Chorus] 

[Sing verse & chorus of McGinn’s ‘Three Nights’]

The night Matt met Prince Phillip - he grabbed Prince

Phillip’s hand

Phillip couldna get away – says Matt, “I understand

that you’ve been shooting tigers - that’s an awful thing

 to do

I’m going to make you famous - for I’ve written a song

 about you.”

Prince Phillip listened to the song – it really made him

wince

[It’s the first time that he’d every done that and he’s

never done it since]

Says he, “McGinn I’d like to stay but I must awa’ the

noo

But if I meet the correspondent from the Times I’ll

 make you famous too!”  

[Sing verse & chorus of McGinn’s ‘Corrie Doon’]

The Jacobites came roaring south in seventeen

 forty-five

They caused some consternation to everyone alive

From Inverness to Derby they raised a helluva din

Not one of them could ever compare to the man called

Matt McGinn.  

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