Luyện nghe bài hát Mull River Shuffle

Here comes MacNeil
The fine that he is in
There is no telling which way feel
After his twister around the

the jar an raisin' hell
There's plenty of stories that will tell
Some are born of detail
And are purely fiction.

Look up yonder old MacPheee
he`s having a few, he can see
Wrapped his buggy around a
Someone call the

Raisin' the jar and hell
There's of stories that they will tell
Some are born of detail
And are purely fiction

Up spoke fine Cameron
At the dance got a hammerin'
Today I'll stutter and in
There'll be to pay come Saturday

the jar and raisin' hell
There's plenty of that they will tell
Some are born of detail
And some are purely

There they by the door
Selling (Pronounced BUSH) by the score
you to buy somemore- Along the shores of 'Cocomagh

Raisin' the jar and hell
There's plenty of stories they will tell
Some are born of detail
And Some are fiction

I'll go home, go home
Full of the and full of the rum

go home, I'll go home
We'll all go in the morning

I'll go home, I'll go
Full of the and full of the rum

go home, I'll go home
We'll all go in the morning