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