The Humours of Whiskey

Who [You] can tell the true physic of all things prophetic [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 moderation gives hope to a nation Or brings consolation like poteen me boys. No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic Or bodies [ladies] pathetic can give such a bloom As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers E'er 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. As a child in me cradle, me nurse with [from] her ladle Was filling my [swillin her] mouth with a notion of pap [Pep] When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap.

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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.

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.

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Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle What's hotter than mustard and milder [wilder] 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.

Brunel to build the Thames Tunnel Wasn't it poteen from ould Inishowen.

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.

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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. And another one ; this is an original verse to the song that is rarely sung. It was posted on mudcat.

Humors of Whiskey (the)

Who [You] can tell the true physic of all things prophetic [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 moderation gives hope to a nation Or brings consolation like poteen me boys. Oh lord how I'd chuckle if babes in their truckle Could only be suckled on poteen me boys. What'll make the lame walk, what will make the dumb talk, The elixir of life and philospher's stone And what helped Mr. 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. Humours of Whiskey, The S:

Let philosophers dabble in science and babble 'Bout Oxy-gin, Hydro-gin, Nitro-gin's fame For their gin, to my thinking, is not worth the drinking Their labour's all lost and their learning a drame They may prate by the score of their elements four That all things earth, fire, air and water must be For their rules I don't care, for in Ireland I'll swear By St. Pat there's a fifth and that's whiskey, machree! It fits nicely with the image of gulping. Background nnotes Cratur creature , cray'tur, pep, poteen also spelled poitin and pronounced paw-CHEEN are all words for illegal whiskey.

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I always thought it was a strange name, until I took the time to sound it out one day. Humours of Whiskey, The S: It does make me work a bit more for a satisfactory B min ending…. The Minor Slip https: I know a slip called the silvermore that sounds like this with the parts swapped.

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