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 bend
D G A
Raisin' the jar and 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 G Em
He's having a few he can hardly see
D G A
Wrapped his buggy around a tree
D
Someone call the Mounties
… CHORUS
D G A
Up spoke fine young Cameron
D G Em
At the dance got a fearful hammerin’
D G A
Today he’ll be stutter and stammerin’
D
There’ll be hell to pay come Saturday
D G A
Raisin' the jar and 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
INSTRUMENTAL
D G A
Danny Wright had a light
D G Em
Burning bright every night
D G A
Waiting for the fish to bite
D
Along the shores of 'Cocomagh
… CHORUS
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
… CHORUS
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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