Mull River Shuffle Chords by The Rankin Family

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[D] Here comes Mr.
McNeil, the fine shape that he is in.
There is no telling which way he'll feel, after a twister around the vent.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
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Look up yonder, it's old McPhee, he's had enough, he can hardly see.
Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction.
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_ _ _ Up spoke fine young Cameron, at the desk at a fearful hammering.
They all stutter and stammer, and they'll be held to pick him Saturday.
Raisin' the jar, and raisin' hell, there's plenty of stories that they will tell.
Some are born of true detail, and some are purely fiction. _ _ _ _
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Raisin' the jar, and raisin' 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, from the port of Trudy Keel and from the Gurnick Exchequer.
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 [E] I'll go in the morning.
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