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The Humours Of Whiskey lyrics
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers
About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions
Upholding their notions, they re mighty put out.

Who can tell the true physic to all that s pathetic
And pitch to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen
You ll know it I think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen

So stick to the cratur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no dose in the nation
Can give consolation like poteen me boys.

No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or bodies pathetic can give such a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers
Ever gave their own bowers such a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taking your hair when it s frizzled and dead
Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit
So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head

Then stick to the cratur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh since its perfection, no doctor s direction
Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me boys

While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap
When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin and screaming and bawling
Til me mother and father were called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying
But soon found I only was crying for more.

So stick to the cratur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord how they d chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could suckle on poteen me boys

Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression
My childhood s impression still clung to my mind
And at school or at college the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp til with whiskey combined

And as older I m growing times ever bestowin
On Erin s potation, a flavor so fine
And how ere they may lecture on jove and his nectar
Itself is the only true liquid divine

So stick to the cratur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, tis the right thing for courting and fighting
There s nowt so exciting as poteen me boys.

Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What s hotter than mustard and milder than cream
What best wets your whistle, what s clearer than crystal
What s sweeter than honey and stronger than steam

What ll make the lame walk, what will make the dumb talk,
The elixir of life and philospher s stone
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel
Wasn t it poteen from ould Inisowen

So stick to the cratur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, it s no wonder, if lightning and thunder
Weren t made from the plunder of poteen me boys.

You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can t beat the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap
It ll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool
You d kick up your heels and you d peel to the buff
Then tis he d be pathetic while you d be athletic
If only you d take a few drops of the stuff

So stick to the cratur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
For there s nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men from the boys..
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