Humors Of Whiskey

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste A E Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers, D A E And curing the Vapours, the Scratch, and the Gout. A E With their medical potions, their pills and their lotions. D A E A Upholding their notions their mighty put out. A E Who can tell the true physic of all things pathetic, D A E And pitch to the Devil cramp, colic, and spleen? A E Oh, you'll find them I think if you take a big drink D A E A With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen. A E Then stick to the cratur the best thing in nature D A E For sinkin' your sorrows, and raisin' your joys. A E Oh, what botherations, no bolt to the nations D A E A Can bring consolation like poteen me boys. A E No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic, D A E Or ladies pathetic can bring such a bloom. A E As the sweet, by the powers to the garden of flowers D A E A Never brought its own powers such a darling perfume. A E And this liquid's so rare, if you're willin' to share, D A E To be takin' your hair when its grizzled and dead. A E Oh, the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit, D A E A So strong it'll shake all the hairs from your head. A E Then stick to the cratur the best thing in nature D A E For sinkin' yoiur sorrows, and raisin' your joys. A E Oh, since its perfection, no doctor's direction D A E A Can clense the complexion like poteen me boys. A E As a child in my cradle, the nurse from her ladle D A E Was swillin' her mouth with the notion of pep. A E When a drop from her bottle fell into me throttle, D A E A I capered, and scrambled right out of her lap. A E On the floor I lay crawlin', and screamin', and bawlin' D A E Till Father and Mother soon came to the fore. A E Conceived I lay dying, all wailing, and crying, D A E A They found I was only a-cryin' for more. A E Then stick to the cratur the best thing in nature D A E For sinkin' your sorrows, and raisin' your joys. A E Oh Lord, how I'd chuckle if babes in their truckle D A E A Could only be suckled on poteen me boys. A E Through youthful digressions and times of depression, D A E My childhood impression still clung to me mind. A E In school and in college, the basis of knowledge D A E A I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined. A E Now as older I'm growin', time's ever bestowin' D A E On Erin's potation a flavour so fine, A E And how e're they may lecture on Jove and his nectar, D A E A Itself is the only true liquid devine. A E Then stick to the cratur the best thing in nature D A E For sinkin' your sorrows, and raisin' your joys. A E Oh Lord, it's the right thing for courtin' and fightin'. D A E A There's naught so exiting as poteen me boys. A E Come guess me this riddle: What beats pipes and fiddle? D A E What's hotter than mustard, and milder than cream? A E What best wets your whistle? What's clearer than crystal, D A E A Smoother than honey, and stronger than steam? A E What'll make the dumb talk? What'll make the lame walk - D A E The elixir of life and philosopher's stone? A E And what helped Mr. Brunell to dig the Thames tunnel? D A E A Wasn't it poteen me boys from old Innishowen? A E Then stick to the cratur the best thing in nature D A E For sinkin' your sorrows, and raisin' your joys. A E Oh, Lord knows I wonder if lighting and thunder D A E A Was made from the plunder of poteen me boys.