Come all ye moonshine drinkers and ye will quickly see,
The work of the bold informers and the way they served
I'll tell of the bold informers and how they cowed
They jealously could not agree, they turned me
It been on Easter Sunday morn when down the road I see,
Old Mickey wavin' both his arms and headin' straight
He waved his arms and cowed aloud as down the road he
Sayin' ""Pat, me B'y, there's an awful kick about your
Then next there came the magistrate to tell me I must
They made me walk that lonesome trail up to me knees in
They made me walk that lonesome trail and put me on the
Sayin' ""Patty B'y, you'll have to pay for havin' a
""I'd like to know how moonshine's made,"" the
Magistrate did say.
""Of yeast cake and molasses, sure that's the proper
""Of yeast cake and molasses, sure that's the cutest
And the Magistrate was happy then, he took me moonshine
The Magistrate was happy then, God bless his eyes of
He sent me home with a Constabule and told him what to
To hear them break me moonshine can, it nearly burst me
But when they threw it into the bay, it tore me soul
Then here's to that good Magistrate, ""May the Lord
receive me friend.""
When he dies we'll bury him and he'll go to the other
Saint Peter then will greet him and the gates he'll
Sayin', ""Come right in, Dear Magistrate, and welcome
to the flock.""
Now, here's to the man who wrote this song, I'm sure he
was not lyin'
And if you wants to know his name, his name be Patty
His name be Patty Ryan, me B'y, from Goose Town he
And when moonshine time comes 'round again, he'll make
'er twice as strong.
(Newfoundland - Traditional or by Paddy Ryan if the
lyrics ring true)
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