Family Rankin Mull River Shuffle Lyrics

Mull River Shuffle Lyrics

Picture this...
Its fifty years ago on a small country farm
Johnny
McMasters Place
And its Friday Night
You've just finished ten hot days of
back breakin labor
And the hay...the hay is finallyin
You're sitting
around the kitchen table
Under the dim light of the carosine
lantern
Everyone is laughing and joking and telling stories...
about
their neighbors
You're half way through a bottle of....Moon Shine
And
You're gettin aaalllllll fired up....for the dance
Ladies and Gentlemen...I
give you the 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 bend

Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell
There's
plenty of stories that they will tell
Some were born of true detail
Some
were 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 would call the
Mounties

Raisin't the jar and raisin' hell
There's plenty of stories
that they will tell
Some were born of true detail
Some were purely
fiction

Ups you'll find young cameron
of full the debts and a fearful
hammerin
he'll be stutterin and stammerin
and there'll be hell today come
saturday

Raisin the jar and raisin hell
theres plenty of stories that
they will tell
some were born of true detail
and some were purely
fiction

There they write
By the light
Burn and
grite
Everynight
waiting for the fish to bite
along the shores of
Cocomaugh

raisin the jar and raisin hell
theres plenty of stories
that they will tell
Some were born of true detail 
and some were purely
fiction

There they stand by the door
Selling bush by the
score
Asking you to buy some more
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
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(reapeat
X5)