Тональность

 
 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