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MULL RIVER SHUFFLE (Jimmy Rankin) As sung by the the Rankin Family 1993 "North Country". NOTES: The Rankin Family is a Canadian musical family group. They hail from Mabou, province of Nova Scotia (the same province as Rita MacNeil (see elsewhere in this ILP database for her work). The original group of five were made up from twelve siblings, all of whom were musically talented. The first group started singing in 1970. They performed Celtic music as well as jigs and reels. They won a number of Canadian music awards. Sadly, many of the members from the original group, passed relatively early in life. (Transcribed by David Story - January 2014) Picture this... It's fifty years ago on a small country farm Johnny McMaster's place And it's Friday night. You've just finished ten hot days of back breaking labor And the hay...the hay is finally in. You're sitting around the kitchen table Under the dim light of the kerosene lantern Everyone is laughing and joking and telling stories... About their neighbors You're half way through a bottle of....Moon Shine And you're gettin' all fired up....for the dance. Ladies and gentlemen...I give you, the Mull River Shuffle. Here comes Mr. MacNeil Oh, the fine shape that he is in There is no telling which way he'll feel, After his twister around the bend. Raisin' the jar an' raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail And some were purely fiction. (short bridge) Look up yonder, it's old MacPhee He's having a few, he can hardly see Wrapped his buggy around a tree Someone call the Mounties. Up spoke fine young Cameron At the dance, got a fearful hammerin Today all stutterin' n' stammerin' There'll be hell to pay come Saturday. Danny Wright had a light Burning bright, every night Waiting for the fish to bite Along the shores of Cocomagh. Raisin' the jar an' raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail And some were purely fiction. There they stand by the door Selling bush by the score Asking you to buy some more Along the shores of 'Cocomagh. Raisin' the jar an' raisin' 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 We'll all go in the morning. I'll go home, I'll go home Full of the devil and full of the rum I'll go We'll all go in the morning. I'll go home, I'll go home Full of the devil and full of the rum I'll go We'll all go in the morning. I'll go home, I'll go home Full of the devil and full of the rum I'll go We'll all go in the morning.

    


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