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