Lyrics Moonshine Can - 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 ther came the magistrate to tll 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 Constable 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