C                     D                C                 D
In Glenravel’s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
              C                      D                          C               G
For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
      D               C                 C                     D
Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin’ Spring on the breeze
       G               C              G                  D
In the dead of night a man steps by, “McIlhatton, if you please”


[Chorus]
   G                    F               C               G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
   G                    C                 G               F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
        G                    C                      G                    C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
          G               D                C          D
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above


[Verse 2]
         C                     D                        C                 D
Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
    C                            D                               C           G
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there’s drunkards everywhere
    D                 C               C                     D
At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he’s chasing the hounds
        G              C              G                  D
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground


[Chorus]
   G                    F               C               G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
   G                    C                 G               F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
        G                    C                      G                    C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
          G               D                C          D
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above


[Verse 3]
       C                   D                   C              D
At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
     C                        D                            C               G
The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
    D              C                     C                   D
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
             G               C                G                D
But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again


[Chorus]
   G                    F               C               G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
   G                    C                 G               F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
        G                    C                      G                    C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
          G               D                C          D     C
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

   G                    F               C               G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
   G                    C                 G               F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
        G                    C                      G                    C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
          G               D                C          D
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above