The Wee Free Men

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
There’s a ruckus in the chalk-pit and a missing herd of kine
There’s a blur of blue and crimson where the summer sun don’t shine
They’re six inches of fury with a ginger-bearded chin
If you’ve left your whiskey out tonight, they’re surely breaking in!
With a "Crivens!" and a "Waly!" they’ll kick you in the knee
The smallest outlaws ever born, the terrors of the sea
(Well, the grassy sea, anyway!)
​(Chorus)
Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master!
We willna be fooled by the likes of ye again!
From the hills of the Chalk to the Land of the Fairies
Make way for the Feegles—the Wee Free Men!
​(Verse 2)
There’s Rob Anybody, the Big Man of the clan
With a sword upon his shoulder and a master-thieving plan
He wooed the Kelda’s daughter with a swagger and a boast
While William the Gonnagle recites a deadly toast!
Beware the Fion, she’s the brains behind the brawn
And Hamish is the lookout from the dusk until the dawn
If you see a sheep start floating by, just walking through the air
Don’t bother rubbin’ both your eyes—the Pictsies have been there!
​(Chorus)
Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master!
We willna be fooled by the likes of ye again!
From the hills of the Chalk to the Land of the Fairies
Make way for the Feegles—the Wee Free Men!
​(Bridge)
They’ve been to the Dreamtime to rescue a brother
They’ve fought off the Queen (and then fought one another)
They think that we’re ghosts in a world of the dead
So they’ll steal all our booze and then crack in our head!
To the Watch they’re a nuisance, to the Witches a chore
But if you’re in a corner, they’re the ones you want for war!
​(Verse 3)
The Wizards call ‘em "vermin," and the farmers call ‘em "pest"
But they’re just lookin’ for a scrap and some "special" sheep to quest
You can lock up all your shutters, you can bolt the cellar door
But the blue-skin boys are coming back to settle up the score
They’re faster than a lightning bolt and tougher than a boot
The Nac Mac Feegle’s on the march—protect your gold and loot!
​(Outro)
They’re the Little Men!
The Blue Men!
The "Where’s-my-whiskey-gone?" Men!
CRIVENS!