Music: Kadee Crottier
Words: William Marth
Published: Kadee Crottier

Soprano: Kadee Crottier
Mezzo: Shana Marchand
Alto: Laurel Hove Tausend
Tenor: Adam Cole
Bass: William Marth

From Scotland we have many tales and lore
But now here’s a story you’ve not heard before
About a small island on All Hallows’ Eve
And one pissed off drunkard who didn’t believe

The autumn was fading, the winter was near
The Lewis folk readied their own special beer
The Duncans, the Gordons, and even McRae
Brought malt to Saint Mulway’s for Seonaidh’s big day

Oh, into the pot all the barley they’d pour
But then ol’ Tom Ferguson started to roar
“You people are nuts! The Seonaidh’s a fake!
You’re dumping good alcohol into the lake!”

Seonaidh’s a spirit who’s known to a few
We get a good crop when we give him a brew
On Lewis they think it’s a hell of a tale!
But Ferguson says, “It’s a waste of good ale!”

Ignoring the ol’ man, the people agreed
That Jaime McMillan would do the great deed
They carried a single cup down to the shore
With Ferguson trailing and grumbling some more

McMillan asked Seonaidh to help them next year
Then into the water he poured all the beer
Tom Ferguson said, “You know what I wish?
That I drank the pint instead of the fish!”

The villagers partied late into the night
The harvest was saved, the future seemed bright
As people departed, Tom Ferguson said
“I sure could have drank Seonaidh’s beer before bed!”

Seonaidh’s a spirit who’s known to a few
We get a good crop when we give him a brew
On Lewis they think it’s a hell of a tale!
But Ferguson says, “It’s a waste of good ale!”

Well, early next morning, the village awoke
All chipper except for one hungover bloke
“I drank too much ale,” Tom said with a whine
“In hindsight, the Seonaidh could have more of mine”

So never forget, when you’re making fresh ale
To shave just a sip, that’s the point of this tale
Though some men may grumble and gripe and portend
A spirit who’s happy is everyone’s friend

Seonaidh’s a spirit who’s known to a few
We get a good crop when we give him a brew
On Lewis they think it’s a hell of a tale!
But Ferguson says, yes, Ferguson says
Old Ferguson says, our man Ferguson says,
Yes, Ferguson says it’s a waste
A waste of good ale