Basket Landing: Music

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Come all you moonshine drinkers and you will quickly see,
The work of the bolden farmers and the way they served me,
I'll tell of the bolden farmers who've lately been around,
They zealously could not agree, they put my moonshine down.

It being on Easter Sunday morn when down the road I see,
Old Mickey waving both his arms and coming straight to me,
He waved his arms and called aloud as down the road he ran,
Saying Pat me boy there's an awful kick about your moonshine can.

And next there comes a summons to tell me I must go,
They made me walk that lonesome trail up to my knees in snow,
They made me walk that lonesome trail and they put me on the stand,
Saying Paddy boy you'll have to pay for having the moonshine can.

I'd like to know how moonshine's made that magistrate did say,
Yeast cake and molasses sure that's the proper way,
Yeast cake and molasses sure that's the cutest plan,
And the magistrate was happy then, he took my moonshine can.

The magistrate was happy then God bless his eyes so blue,
He sent me home with a constable and he told him what to do,
He had him break my moonshine can, it nearly burst my heart,
But when they threw it in the bay it tore my soul apart.

Now here's to that good magistrate, may the Lord receive my friend,
And when he dies we'll bury him and he'll go to the other end,
Saint Peter there will greet him and the gates he'll then unlock,
Saying come right in good magistrate, and welcome to the flock.

Now here's to the man who wrote this song I'm sure he was not lying,
And if you want to know his name his name is Paddy Ryan,
His name is Paddy Ryan, my boys, and to ghost town he belongs,
And if moonshine time comes ‘round again he'll make it twice as strong.