The Rankin Family - Mull River Shuffle lyrics

Here comes Mister MacNeil The fine shape that he is in There is no telling which way he'll feel After his twister around the beinn Chorus: Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some are born of true detail Some are purely fiction Look up yonder it's old MacPhee He's having a few he can hardly see Wrapped his buggy around a tree Someone call the Mounties Up spoke fine young Cameron At the dance got a fearful hammerin' Today I'll stutter and stammerin' There'll be hell to pay come Saturday Danny Wright had a light Burning bright every night Waiting for the fish to bite Along the shores of 'Cocomagh There they stand by the door Selling bush by the score Asking you to buy some more Along the shores of 'Cocomagh I'll go home, I'll go home Full of the devil and full of the rum I'll go home, I'll go home We'll all go home in the morning (repeat x5)