Humors of Whiskey
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- Опубликовано: 26 авг 2024
- 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
YES! FOUND THIS VERSION FINALLY! NOBODY SINGS IT LIKE THIS MAN
I like your drawings.
Try Colm McGuinness.
Edit: disregard, this is better.
my husband, who has a magnificent voice. Now has the band Penny Whiskey, and is loved by many fans!
This is absolutely BRILIANT! Just saw Penny Whiskey (formerly the 2 guys from Kilbrannan) yesterday at the Amherst Scottish Fest and they sang this. The funny thing was when they “qued” the crowd on the next line, I was the only one who shouted “Poteen Me Boys”. I can hardly wait for Olcott Fest next month for the roving minstrals to belt this out again!
My favorite song by this grand group of musicians.
I used to watch these guys whenever they'd play at Coleman's, up on Tipp hill. I wish I could catch them again...
Coleman's in Syracuse NY? I've not thought of Coleman's in... ten years or more. Amazing memories.
Hozier part starts around 2:40
About time I found some Kilbrannan on here.
Here's some more accurate lyrics for anyone else who likes to sing along :)
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers
And 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 of all that's pathetic
And pitch to the devils, cramp, colic and spleen
You'll find 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 her mouth with a notion of pap
When a drop from the bottle fell into me throttle
I capered and scrambled clear out of her lap
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling
'Til father and mother 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 truckles
Could only be suckled on whiskey me boys.
Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression
Me childhood's impression still clung to me mind
And at school or in college the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined
And as older I'm growin' times ever bestowin'
On Maden's potation, the 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, it's 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 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
I heard this on THISTLE AND SHAMROCK (USA radio) about 20 years ago - not sure if it was this band, but this version is GREAT!
It's Scots, pronounced "pocheen" and the lyrics misspelled pep as "pap". If ye care aboot sich truckle. Its written in a quaint, 1900's dialect that derives from a Manchesterian cum Lalans argot. And if that isn't awsome enough, And every version would and should be vastly different. Only proves its pedigree, if you ask me.
Potìn . Thats how we say it .
What's up, Buffalo?!
Thanks for this! I've got two CDs saved on my computer but they're not on my iPod right now, and I was wanting to listen. Can't find these brilliant bastards anywhere!
Oh, and Awesome Version!!
Andy M Stewart's version! (RIP)
hozier
Éirinn go Brách
Ah the gaels have the best tunes
Is there any more versions of this with electric guitar and a band?
@uclabioboy is it the only rendition you've heard so?
Ill keep on drinking
Till they run out of whiskey
And then I will ask you
If you will miss me
@Dreoilin normally i'd agree with you except that somethings arent different from artist to artist. this would be one. also i dont think that the song would say he was being given whiskey and then flipped out when only a drop made it to his mouth. the fact that babies shouldnt have whiskey at all is also a hint the lyrics are wrong
Good um there are parts where the lyrics are wrong for example:
"Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap" is "Was filling her mouth with a notion of pap"
It does say her not my, at 1:06
@@blankblank1947 yes, Thanks for confirming my comment 10 years later?
@@Greenhawk96 respect for keeping the same profile for 10 years lmao
Anyone heard dick hogans version of this?
this is fucking dreadful
this is horrible. cringe. Really fake and put on.
I wish they would have abstained this lumpish heavy metal guitar. It sounds just synthetic and inappropriate and and ruins all. What a pity!