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Lyrics for Humours Of Whiskey by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Humours Of Whiskey | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 160 | | | | Lyrics: | The Humours of Whiskey
Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers
And
curing the Vapours, the Scratch and the Gout.
With their medical potions, their pills and their
lotions,
Upholdin' their notions, they're mighty put out.
Who can tell the true physic of
all things pathetic
And pitch to the Devil Cramp, Colic and Spleen?
Oh you'll find them I
think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of Poteen.
Then
stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your
joys.
Oh what botherations no bolt to the nation
Can bring consolation like Poteen me
boys.
No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or ladies pathetic can bring such a
bloom
As the sweet, by the powers to the garden of flowers
Never brought it own powers
such a darlin' perfume.
And this liquid's so rare if you're willin' to share
To be takin'
your hair when its grizzled and dead.
Oh the Sod has the merit to yield the true spirit
So
strong it'll shake all the hairs from your head.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing
in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh since its perfection no
doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like Poteen me boys.
As a child in my cradle
the nurse from her ladle
Was swillin' her mouth with a notion of ''Pep''
When a drop from
her bottle fell into me throttle.
I capered and scrambled right out of her lap.
On the
floor I lay crawlin' and screamin' and bawlin'
Till Father and Mother soon came to the
fore.
Conceived I lay dying, all wailing and crying
They found I was only a-cryin' for
more.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and
raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord how I'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
Could only be suckled
on Poteen me boys.
Through youthful digressions and times of depression
My childhood
impression still clung to me mind.
In school and in college the basis of knowledge
I never
could gulp 'till with whiskey combined.
Now as older I'm growin', time's ever bestowin'
On
Erin's potation a flavour so fine
And how e're they may lecture on Jove and his
nectar
Itself is the only true liquid divine.
Then stick to the Cratur the best
thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord it's the right
thing for courtin' and fightin'
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 wilder than
cream?
What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
Smoother than honey and
stronger than steam?
What'll make the dumb talk, what'll make the lame walk --
The elixir
of life and philosopher's stone?
And what helped Mr. Brunell to dig the Thames
tunnel
Wasn't it Poteen me boys from old Innishowen.
Then stick to the Cratur the
best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord knows I
wonder if lightning and thunder
Was made from the plunder of Poteen me boys!
@Irish
@drink
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