Old Father McNether

★ Old Father McNether Lyrics:

Old Father McNether,
He sorts out the weather
And takes what he pleases, I’m told.
With a big turkey feather
He mixes the weather,
And makes it blow hot and blow cold.

Old Father McNether,
He sorts out the weather
And takes what he pleases, I’m told.
With a big turkey feather
He mixes the weather,
And makes it blow hot and blow cold.

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