Local band (sadly defunct) Kilbrannan's take on a classic chronicle concerning the Cratur...
Lyrics:
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers
On curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their medical potions, their salves and their lotions
Upholding their notions, it's 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 poteen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no bolt in the nation
Can give consolation like whiskey me boys.
While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap
When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling
'Til me mother and father soon came to the fore
All weeping and cryin' they thought I was dyin'
Then found I only was a-cryin' 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
Could only be suckled on whiskey me boys.
Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression
Me childhood's impression still clung to my mind
And at school or at college the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined
And as older I'm growin' 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 courtin' and fightin'
There's nowt so excitin' as whiskey me boys.
Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
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 dumb talk, what'll make the lame walk,
What's the elixir of life and philospher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to dig the Thames Tunnel
Wasn't it whiskey me boys from ould Inisowen ?
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord knows I wonder, if lightnin' and thunder
Was made from the plunder of whiskey me boys.
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
So raise your glass high -
Raise 'em up to the sky
And then sing all the praises of
Whiskey, me boys
2 окт 2024
