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lirik lagu the apex singers - the humours of whiskey

let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin’ their capers
about curin’ the vapours, the scratch, and the gout
with their medical potions, their serums and lotions
upholdin’ 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 poitín

so stick to the cratur, the best thing in nature
for sinkin’ your sorrows and raisin’ your joys
oh, what botheration! no dose in the nation
can give consolation like poitín, me boys!

while a child in me cradle, my nurse with her ladle
was fillin’ my mouth with an ocean of pap
when a drop from her bottlе fell into my throttle
i stumbled and capеred clean out of her lap
on the floor i lay crawlin’ and screamin’ and bawlin’
till me mother and father were called out to the fore
all sobbing and sighing, they feared i was dying
but soon found i only was cryin’ for more

so stick to the cratur, the best thing in nature
for sinkin’ your sorrows and raisin’ your joys
oh lord, how they’d chuckle, if babes in their truckle
they only could suckle on poitín, me boys!
through my youthful aggression to times of the ‘pression
me childhood’s impression still clung to me mind
and at school or at college, the basis of knowledge
i never could gulp till with whiskey combined
and as older i’m growin’, time’s ever bestowin’
on erin’s potation a flavour so fine
and, howe’er they may lecture on jove and his nectar
itself is the only true liquid divine

come guess me this riddle: what beats pipes and fiddles?
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 philosopher’s stone?
and what helped mr. brunnell to dig the thames tunnel?
sure, wasn’t it poitín from inis eoghain?

so stick to the cratur, the best thing in nature
for sinking your sorrows and raisin’ your joys
oh lord, it’s no wonder if lightning and thunder
were made from the plunder of poitín, me boys!

- lirik lagu the apex singers

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