The Ballad of Scottie McLeod

A fun irish-style ballad I wrote when inspired by some Dubliners, Flogging Molly and my favorite of the bunch, The Dropkick Murphys.

As I remember young Scottie McLeod,
His eyes were green and his hair was brown.
All the men's daughters and all of their Mums, 
To the side of Scottie McLeod they'd come.
His arms were thick, and his shoulders broad,
What was this lad, was he man or god?
You should have heard how the townfolk cried,
When they found Scottie McLeod had died.

Who dared to kill Young Scottie McLeod,
Whose life was lived so good and proud?
Can someone please just tell me why,
The best of us always have to die?!

The tears fell fast, the rumors fell faster
The women cried out "Go fetch the pastor" 
Found him drunk, with Ms Macready,
Shoulda known that priest was seedy,
Rumors spread and ladies cried,
"The Pastor slept with Scottie's bride!"

Who dared to kill Young Scottie McLeod,
Whose life was lived so good and proud?
Can someone please just tell me why,
The best of us always have to die?!


The good ole boys had thought it through,
Scottie must have found out too!
And when Scottie left to tell the boys,
The Pastor shot him to stop the noise!
But wait, this town only has one gun,
And it belongs to Scottie's mum!

Who dared to kill Young Scottie McLeod,
Whose life was lived so good and proud?
Can someone please just tell me why,
The best of us always have to die?!

Why would a mother kill her son?
Why would she risk using her gun?
The townfolk stormed up to her door,
Broke it down with an angry roar.
And to much of all their surprise,
They saw the Miller b'tween her thighs!

Who dared to kill Young Scottie McLeod,
Whose life was lived so good and proud?
Can someone please tell just me why,
The best of us always have to die?!


The Miller's heart began to race
As he pleaded his simple case,
He was with the woman through the night,
And she now wept in woe and fright,
Someone had gone and stolen her gun,
And that could have been anyone!

Who dared to kill Young Scottie McLeod,
Whose life was lived so good and proud?
Can someone please tell just me why,
The best of us always have to die?!

Nobody learned who killed the lad, 
They held a service, long and sad,
So, Here Lies Young Scottie McLeod,
Whose life was lived so good and proud.
But lived in a liar's and cheater's town,
And his death had brought those bastards down!!

The End

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