The Skeleton and The Tailor - The Real McKenzies

there once was a wee laddie-o who lived not so very long ago

who had a brother with a heart of gold, they soon grew into men

the younger had never walked, because of this he never had

the brighter view and attitude, curse to live in a wheelie chair

days went by, the story goes, they got the gift for making clothes

shirts and britches, coats and socks, bluses, kilts and hats and socks

one day after closing shop his brother wheeled him for a drop

down at the pub when the locals drink, speaking in low tones

tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes

tailor, tailor, don’t believe in things that walk at night

well he sat there sipping, mended clothes

listening to those who’d never spent the night

beside the stone and graves on haunted hill

he said «Roll me up, we’ll make a bet, i’ll spend the night all by myself

to prove there ain’t no ghosts that haunt the stones on graveyard hill»

tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes

tailor, tailor, don’t believe in things that walk at night

believe in things that haunt the moonlight

well he sat there in the moonlight, he sat there mending clothes

he was shocked to see a big skeleton standing in the graveyard 10 feet tall

he tried to kill the tailor, but he glanced him smashing stones

he took his flight for his life and walked around for evermore

tailor, tailor, all alone in the tavern sewing clothes

tailor, tailor, don’t believe in things that walk at night

believe in things that haunt the moonlight