Mull River Shuffle Lyrics - Singles - Rankin Family

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 

Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell 

There's plenty of stories that they will tell 

Some are born of true detail 

And some are purely fiction. 

Look up yonder it's old MacPheee 

he`s having a few, he can hardly see 

Wrapped his buggy around a tree 

Someone call the Mounties 

Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell 

There's plenty of stories that they will tell 

Some are born of true detail 

And some are purely fiction 

Up spoke fine young Cameron 

At the dance got a fearful hammerin' 

Today I'll stutter and stammer in 

There'll be hell to pay come Saturday 

Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell 

There's plenty of stories that they will tell 

Some are born of true detail 

And some are purely fiction 

There they stand by the door 

Selling bosch (Pronounced BUSH) by the score 

Asking you to buy somemore- Along the shores of 'Cocomagh 

Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell 

There's plenty of stories that they will tell 

Some are born of true detail 

And Some are purely fiction 

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 

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