D G A
Here comes Mister MacNeil
D G Em
The fine shape that he is in
D G A
There is no telling which way he'll feel
D G Em
After his twister around the beinn
D G A
Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell
D G Em
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
D G A
Some are born of true detail
D
Some are purely fiction
D G A
Look up yonder it's old MacPhee
D F Em
He's having a few he can hardly see
D G A
Wrapped his buggy around a tree
D
Someone call the Mounties
D G A
Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell
D G Em
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
D G A
Some are born of true detail
D
Some are purely fiction
D G A
There they stand by the door
D G Em
Selling bush by the score
D G A
Asking you to buy some more
D
Along the shores of 'Cocomagh
D G A
Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell
D G Em
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
D G A
Some are born of true detail
D
Some are purely fiction
D G A
I'll go home, I'll go home
D G Em
Full of the devil and full of the rum
D G A
I'll go home, I'll go home
D
We'll all go home in the morning
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