Ian & Sylvia Moonshine Can
Come all ye moonshine drinkers and ye will quickly see,
The work of the bold informers and the way they served
me.
I'll tell of the bold informers and how they cowed
aloud.
They jealously could not agree, they turned me
moonshine down.
It been on Easter Sunday morn when down the road I see,
Old Mickey wavin' both his arms and headin' straight
for me.
He waved his arms and cowed aloud as down the road he
ran,
Sayin' ""Pat, me B'y, there's an awful kick about your
moonshine can.""
Then next there came the magistrate to tell me I must
go.
They made me walk that lonesome trail up to me knees in
snow.
They made me walk that lonesome trail and put me on the
stand.
Sayin' ""Patty B'y, you'll have to pay for havin' a
moonshine can.""
""I'd like to know how moonshine's made,"" the
Magistrate did say.
""Of yeast cake and molasses, sure that's the proper
way.
""Of yeast cake and molasses, sure that's the cutest
plan.""
And the Magistrate was happy then, he took me moonshine
can.
The Magistrate was happy then, God bless his eyes of
blue.
He sent me home with a Constabule and told him what to
do.
To hear them break me moonshine can, it nearly burst me
heart,
But when they threw it into the bay, it tore me soul
apart.
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
end.
Saint Peter then will greet him and the gates he'll
then unlock,
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
Ryan.
His name be Patty Ryan, me B'y, from Goose Town he
belong.
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)
