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Stick to the Craythur <br>
:As performed by The Green Fields of America <br>
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Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers <br>
'Bout curing the vapors, the scratch and the gout <br>
With their medical potions, their serums and lotions <br>
Upholding their notions they're mighty put out <br>
Who can tell the true physic to all that's pathetic <br>
And pitch to the divil cramp, colic and spleen <br>
You'll know it I think if you take a big drink <br>
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen <br>
:   So 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 poteen me boys
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As a child in the cradle, me nurse with her ladle <br>
Was filling me mouth with a notion of pap <br>
When a drop from the bottle fell into me throttle <br>
I capered and scrambled clean out of her lap <br>
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling <br>
'Til me father and mother were called to the fore <br>
All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying <br>
But soon found I only was crying for more <br>
:   So stick to the craythur 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
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Through my youthful aggression, and times of depression <br>
My childhood impression still clung to my mind <br>
And at school or at college the basis of knowledge <br>
I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined <br>
And as older I'm growing, time's ever bestowin' <br>
On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine <br>
And howe'er they may lecture on Jove and his nectar <br>
Itself is the only true liquid divine <br>
:   So stick to the craythur 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 nought so exciting as poteen me boys
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Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle <br>
What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream <br>
What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal <br>
What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam <br>
What'll make the lame walk, what'll make the dumb talk <br>
The elixir of life and philosopher's stone <br>
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel <br>
Sure, wasn't it poteen from old Inisowen <br>
:   So stick to the craythur the best thing in nature
:   For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
:   Oh lord, 'tis no wonder if lightning and thunder
:   Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys
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Now, ye maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic <br>
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the drop <br>
With a glow to your cheek, it'll make your heart leap <br>
It would whiten a stallion or cure an old cob <br>
From  the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool <br>
You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff <br>
And 'tis you'd be athletic while he'd be pathetic <br>
If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff <br>
:   So stick to the craythur the best thing in nature
:   For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
:   For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
:   It soon separates all the men from the boys
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''Irish homemade whiskey goes by many names - most commonly known as Poteen (pronounced po-cheen), but also the Craythur, the drop, the stuff, itself, the pure and about 50 million other names.''

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