D5 G5 A5 Here comes Mister MacNeil D5 G5 E5 The fine shape that he is in D5 G5 A5 There is no telling which way he'll feel D5 G5 E5 After his twister around the beinn D5 G5 A5 Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell D5 G5 E5 There's plenty of stories that they will tell D5 G5 A5 Some are born of true detail D5 Some are purely fiction D5 G5 A5 Look up yonder it's old MacPhee D5 F5 E5 He's having a few he can hardly see D5 G5 A5 Wrapped his buggy around a tree D5 Someone call the Mounties D5 G5 A5 Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell D5 G5 E5 There's plenty of stories that they will tell D5 G5 A5 Some are born of true detail D5 Some are purely fiction D5 G5 A5 There they stand by the door D5 G5 E5 Selling bush by the score D5 G5 A5 Asking you to buy some more D5 Along the shores of 'Cocomagh D5 G5 A5 Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell D5 G5 E5 There's plenty of stories that they will tell D5 G5 A5 Some are born of true detail D5 Some are purely fiction D5 G5 A5 I'll go home, I'll go home D5 G5 E5 Full of the devil and full of the rum D5 G5 A5 I'll go home, I'll go home D5 We'll all go home in the morning
