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Rankin Family, The - Текст песни Mull River Shuffle
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 kerosene 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
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 of full the debts and a fearful hammerin
 he'll be stutterin and stammerin
 and there'll be hell to pay 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
 Burning bright
 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)










