Tom Lenihan - Stick to the Cratur

A song about the miracles of poteen (Irish moonshine)
1967

Lyrics:
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers
'Bout curing the vapors, the scratch and the gout
With their powders and potions, their serums and lotions
Upholding their notions they're mighty put out
Would you know the true physics about the pathetics
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 glass of poteen

Then stick to the craythur 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 whiskey me boys

Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What's stronger 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 philosopher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to dig the Thames Tunnel
Sure, wasn't it whiskey from old Inishowen

Then stick to the craythur the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, I'd not wonder if lightning and thunder
Were made from the plunder of whiskey me boys