He said his name was Kelly, which didn't sound too bad;

It wasn't till some time had passed and marriage oaths we'd vowed

That I found out truth of it - I'd married a MadLeod!

He took me on a visit to the misty Isle of Skye

Where every second person was a cousin of this guy

And if we met a few of them it soon became a crowd;

But I guess that's just the way of it, when you've married a MacLeod

Next year he said, "It's Parliament, we'll have to go along;

There's piping, dancing, drinking and many a pleasant song

The ceilidh's happened nightly and are both long and loud

But that's the sort of life you lead when you've married a MacLeod."

So our four yearly holidays at Parliament are spent

A week of hectic living in a damp and midgery tent

To fill the urns and write the lists and such like I'm allowed

You'll learn when not to argue when you've married a MacLeod

And in the three years in between we go to Skye as well

I won't deny I've fallen beneath it's magic spell

And of my MacLeod connection I'm secretly quite proud;

If you can't beat them, join them, when you've married a MacLeod