Don Messer Story Lyrics

He was born, in ol' New Brunswick;
In the early part of May Nineteen-O-nine.
Six years old, he played the fiddle,
At the barn dance on the old York County line.
Every year, Don got better;
He dreamed about that fortune down the track;
Then he came down, to Saint John city,
Where he formed the Old New Brunswick Lumberjacks.

Don Messer played rings around the mountain;
He played reels, all across the plain;
He played all, that kind of music,
That has made the country proud to say his name.

Soon his band, would have a singer;
Charlie Chamberlain would join the Messer fleet,
And travel to, Prince Edward Island,
To play on radio for twelve bucks everyweek

On the air, right after supper;
Commencing in the year of thirty-nine;
The man would say,
"It's Old Don Messer, and the Islanders form down the Maritime"

Don Messer played rings around the mountain;
He played reels, all across the plain;
He played all, that kind of music,
That has made the country proud to say his name.

Coast to coast, with Don and Charlie;
Duke Neilsen and Ray Simmons played it up.
Warren MacRae, with Cec McEachern;
Now the Islanders went touring to the top.
How Charlie sang, with Margaret Osburne,
And Waldo made the old piano twang;
For the Queen, they played in concert,
And it was magic how Don Messer's fiddle rang.

Don Messer played rings around the mountain;
He played reels, all across the plain;
He played all, that kind of music,
That has made the country proud to say his name.

Seventeen years, on television;
From nineteen-fifty-six to seventy-three,
Don Messer made, his mark forever;
The fiddling king of country music history.
Throughout the world, it's undisputed;
Don Messer and The Islanders were tops,
And away down east, beside the ocean,
The kind of music they began will never stop.

Don Messer played rings around the mountain;
He played reels, all across the plain;
He played all, that kind of music,
That has made the country proud to say his name,
He has made the country proud to say his name.