Paroles de Mull river shuffle

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