Picture this.
It's 50 years ago
on a small country farm.
Johnny McMaster's place
and it's Friday night.
You've just finished 10 hot days of back-breaking labor.
And the hay,
the hay is finally in.
You're sitting around the kitchen table
under the *** light of a kerosene lantern.
Everyone's laughing and joking,
telling stories
about their neighbors.
You're halfway through a bottle of moonshine
and you're getting all fired up
for the
dance.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you the Mull River Shuffle.
Here comes Mr. McD,
oh the fine shape that he is in.
There is no telling which way he'll
feel after his twister around the vent.
Raising the jar and raising hell,
there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail and some are purely fiction.
Look up yonder, it's old McPhee.
He's high up on Elphiwee, can hardly see her.
Out this boggy around a tree,
someone call the Mounties.
Raising the jar and raising hell,
there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail and some are purely fiction.
Up spoke fine young Cameron at the dance,
got a fearful hammer in the tail.
Stutter and stammer in the beheld to pick him Saturday.
Raising the jar and raising hell,
there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail and some are purely fiction.
Manny Wright had a light burning bright every night,
waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Hagama.
Raising the jar and raising hell,
there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail and some are purely fiction.
There they stand by the door,
selling bush by the score,
asking you to buy some more along the shores of Hagama.
Raising the jar and raising hell,
there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail and some are purely fiction.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
full of the devil and full of the rum.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
full of the devil and full of the rum.
I'll go,
well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
full of the devil and full of the rum.
I'll go, well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
full of the devil and full of the rum.
I'll go,
well I'll go in the morning.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
full of the devil and full of the rum.
I'll go home,
I'll go home,
well I'll go in the morning.