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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