The Story of
Ronald MacDonald
by George Albert Leddy

MacDonald was a bonnie lad, he came from o'er the sea.
He used to ware the kilties just a wee-bit 'bove the knee.
He used to look sa moighty foyne wi the tassel in the middle.
He loved to play the bagpipes but he did'na like the fiddle.

One day he told his mother: "Mither Dear, I'm going awhi.
I canna stay another day; I've come to say good-bye."
His eyes were kinda glassy, like a tear was pressin' through.
"Oh werry!" cried the mother, "Son, what hey ye been up to?"

"Oh, Mither Dear, ye need not fear, but ye can plainly see
I canna wear the kilties just abo' me pretty knee.
For me legs are gettin' knobby and all kivered o'er wi hair.
In fact, I sometimes worry I will turn into a bear."

So he went down to the harbor - very soon he was afloat,
Upon the Mighty Bounding Main, on an English cattle boat.
Well, the cattle lice were hungry and they started eating free;
Had their breakfast off his ankle and their dinner off his knee.

"I stowed away upon this boat to save some cash," says he,
"But I guess I am the looser for their bordin' off of me."
But when he reached America, Sam took him by the hand:
"A welcome to you, Laddie, from that fair and sunny land.

"Here we have wee maids aplenty, and for happiness you're bound,
If you just forget the bagpipes and just sort-a fiddle 'round;
And you soon will be my nephew, and I'm here to tell you that
You will never loose your freedom if you are a Democrat."
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