I have nothing against Bourbon, but the whiskey referred to in tunes such as this oneis the other stuff from Scotland or Ireland. Then again, since the dulcimer is the state instrument of Kentucky . . .
Thanks Rocky! Did it come yet? (I think it was slated for Monday, right?) Dusty - I'm sure you're correct and the tune predates those lyrics. As for a whiskey group, I'd be interested, but why no bourbon love? Theres some great bourbon out there. Bookers is probably my favorite. Great stuff. :)
Thanks for the lyrics, Brian, though I would bet the melody predates the lyrics, which Ipresume can be dated to the early 19th century due to the reference to the Thames Tunnel.
Maybe we need a group here solely devoted to whiskey (no bourbon allowed!). There seems to be enough enthusiasm.
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding 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 poteen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh what botheration, no dose in the 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
Then 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 like poteen 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 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 sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle They only could suckle on poteen me boys
Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression My 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 growing 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 courting and fighting There's nowt so exciting as poteen 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 lame walk, what will make the dumb talk, The elixir of life and philospher's stone And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel Wasn't it poteen from ould Inisowen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys.
You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the drop With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap It'll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys For there's nothing like whiskey
Hi all! Thanks for your comments. Dusty - it's actually a double jig (6/8 time). I usually hear it played a little differently than I did here, but I like how it sounds this way. This tune also has some of the greatest lyrics in folk music, incidentally. I will reproduce them in a second post so you can enjoy. John H - I'll trade you some shoes for an epinette? :) John K - I will keep my eyes on John H, and will be careful. Val - Tullamore Dew 10 Yr is my latest favorite, alongside my other two Irish favorites, Red Breast and Middleton. (I definitely prefer Irish whiskey to Scotch, though I enjoy that also.) Wayne, I have never had Tryconnell, but you can bet it's on my list now. Thanks!
Brian...this is how JohnH works, so be careful. Next thing you know, your chair will be appearing in his next video while you scramble to find a replacement. I'm not sure how he does it, but he's a crafty sort!
Hey! If that is a 'collection' toward the cost of the dulcimer he has just purchased , leave me out, I'm just a poor O.A.P. struggling to buy the essentials in life (yes alright then, a pair of shoes!)
Brian, this not to complement you on your excellent playing, or comment on the undoubted huge repertoire you have (relic from playing HD ?), but merely to inform you that I have asked my nearest and dearest to think shirts when they contemplate what they might give me as Christmas gifts !
Very nice playing, precise and patient! I don't know the history of the song, but it sounds like a hornpipe to me. I am continually impressed with your repertoire, Brian, not to mention your shirt.
Yep...great sounding, well played, and a shirt that isn't gray lol. You did a fine job on this! I know we pick back and forth, but your playing is just outstanding.
I have nothing against Bourbon, but the whiskey referred to in tunes such as this oneis the other stuff from Scotland or Ireland. Then again, since the dulcimer is the state instrument of Kentucky . . .
Thanks Rocky! Did it come yet? (I think it was slated for Monday, right?) Dusty - I'm sure you're correct and the tune predates those lyrics. As for a whiskey group, I'd be interested, but why no bourbon love? Theres some great bourbon out there. Bookers is probably my favorite. Great stuff. :)
Thanks for the lyrics, Brian, though I would bet the melody predates the lyrics, which Ipresume can be dated to the early 19th century due to the reference to the Thames Tunnel.
Maybe we need a group here solely devoted to whiskey (no bourbon allowed!). There seems to be enough enthusiasm.
And here are the lyrics I promised:
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers
About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions
Upholding 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 poteen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no dose in the 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
Then 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 like poteen 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 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 sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could suckle on poteen me boys
Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression
My 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 growing 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 courting and fighting
There's nowt so exciting as poteen 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 lame walk, what will make the dumb talk,
The elixir of life and philospher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel
Wasn't it poteen from ould Inisowen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder
Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys.
You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap
It'll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool
You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff
Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
For there's nothing like whiskey
Hi all! Thanks for your comments. Dusty - it's actually a double jig (6/8 time). I usually hear it played a little differently than I did here, but I like how it sounds this way. This tune also has some of the greatest lyrics in folk music, incidentally. I will reproduce them in a second post so you can enjoy. John H - I'll trade you some shoes for an epinette? :) John K - I will keep my eyes on John H, and will be careful. Val - Tullamore Dew 10 Yr is my latest favorite, alongside my other two Irish favorites, Red Breast and Middleton. (I definitely prefer Irish whiskey to Scotch, though I enjoy that also.) Wayne, I have never had Tryconnell, but you can bet it's on my list now. Thanks!
Brian...this is how JohnH works, so be careful. Next thing you know, your chair will be appearing in his next video while you scramble to find a replacement. I'm not sure how he does it, but he's a crafty sort!
Hey! If that is a 'collection' toward the cost of the dulcimer he has just purchased
, leave me out, I'm just a poor O.A.P. struggling to buy the essentials in life (yes alright then, a pair of shoes!)
JohnH
JohnH, you would do well to remind your friends about the Brian G. Collection...
Brian, this not to complement you on your excellent playing, or comment on the undoubted huge repertoire you have (relic from playing HD ?), but merely to inform you that I have asked my nearest and dearest to think shirts when they contemplate what they might give me as Christmas gifts !
JohnH
Who is this JohnK anyway???
Very nice playing, precise and patient! I don't know the history of the song, but it sounds like a hornpipe to me. I am continually impressed with your repertoire, Brian, not to mention your shirt.
lol. Thank you John. I really do appreciate your comments. (Even the ones about my shirts!) :)
Yep...great sounding, well played, and a shirt that isn't gray lol. You did a fine job on this! I know we pick back and forth, but your playing is just outstanding.