Humors of Whiskey | The Anachronicals

🎵 Humors of Whiskey | The Anachronicals 🎵 - Length: 0:5:35

Humors of Whiskey - Traditional Recorded Live June 27, 2023 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers About curing the vapors, the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, elixirs & lotions Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out Who can tell the true physics of all things pathetic And pitch to the devil, cramp, colic and spleen And 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 Can give consolation like poteen me boys No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic Or bodies pathetic can give such a bloom As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers Ever 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 So 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 As a child in me cradle, the nurse with her ladle Was fillin’ me mouth with a notion of Pep When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle I scrambled and stumbled right out of her lap 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 drowning your sorrows and raising 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's impression still clung to me mind And at school or at college, the basis of knowledge I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined And as older I'm growing times e'er 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 drowning your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and fighting They’re not 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? What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? The elixir of life and philosopher's stone And what helped Mr. Brunel to dig the Thames Tunnel? Wasn't it whiskey from old Inishowen? So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For drowning your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, I’d half wonder, if lightning and thunder Was made from the plunder of whiskey, me boys