MacWILLY

The hills bathed in clover 
Surrounded the glen 
Four score at battle we’d been 
Hamish MacTavish 
And all of his men 
Had turned field to red from green 
When out of the wood 
A most terrible sight 
Emerged for all people to see 
Painted in purple 
And wearing white tights 
Said “Leave MacTavish to me” 

A dew haze took over 
And painted the ground 
A hush it took to the air 
Hamish MacTavish 
Threw his sword to the ground 
And said “Ere come forth if ye dare” 
The stranger advanced 
With the force of 12 men 
His eyes were wild and black 
He walked up to MacTavish 
And said to his face 
“Do these tights make me look fat?’ 

Wee Willy Mac Willy 
Traipsing through the glen 
Painted in purple and wearing white tights 
He’d often advance on men 
Wee Willy Mac Willy 
As far as I can see 
He’s happy go lucky 
And lucky be I 
If he nigh be happy with me 

Hamish MacTavish 
Retreated his ground 
Fear had took to his eye 
Ne’er had he met 
Such a punishing blow 
For he too had oversized thighs 
The two men did battle 
Their blades sliced the air 
Both equal they battled for days 
Mac Willy, MacTavish 
Fought each tooth and nail 
Both determined that they’d have their way 

When suddenly death fell 
At MacWilly’s fast blade 
And MacTavish he fell to the soil 
MacTavish’s terror 
Had come to an end 
Because MacWilly fought like a girl 
And all of the people 
They knew from that day 
What being a man now would be 
Painted in purple 
And wearing white tights 
Dressed like Mac Willy 




© McGie/Lundquist