[A]Let your quacks and newspapers be [E]cuttin' their capers
And [D]curing the [A]Vapours, the[E] Scratch and the
Gout.
With[A] their medical potions,[E] their pills and their lotions,
Up[D]holdin' their[A] notions, they're[E] mighty
put[A] out.
Who [A]can tell the true physic of [E]all things pathetic
And[D] pitch to the [A]Devil Cramp,[E] Colic and
Spleen?
Oh[A] you'll find them I think if you [E]take a big drink
With your [D]mouth to the[A] brink of a[E] jug of
Po[A]teen.
Then[A] stick to the Cratur the[E] best thing in nature
For[D] sinkin' your[A] sorrows and [E]raisin' your
joys.
Oh[A] what botherations no [E]bolt to the nation
Can[D] bring consol[A]ation like [E]Poteen me[A] boys.
No
liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or ladies pathetic can bring such a bloom
As the sweet, by the powers to the garden
of flowers
Never brought it own powers such a darlin' perfume.
And this liquid's so rare if you're willin' to share
To
be takin' your hair when its grizzled and dead.
Oh the Sod has the merit to yield the true spirit
So strong it'll shake
all the hairs from your head.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin'
your joys.
Oh since its perfection no doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like Poteen me boys.
As
a child in my cradle the nurse from her ladle
Was swillin' her mouth with a notion of ``Pep''
When a drop from her bottle
fell into me throttle.
I capered and scrambled right out of her lap.
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screamin' and bawlin'
Till
Father and Mother soon came to the fore.
Conceived I lay dying, all wailing and crying
They found I was only a-cryin'
for more.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord
how I'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
Could only be suckled on Poteen me boys.
Through youthful digressions and times of depression
My childhood impression still clung to me mind.
In school
and in college the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp 'till with whiskey combined.
Now as older I'm growin', time's
ever bestowin'
On Erin's potation a flavour so fine
And how e're they may lecture on Jove and his nectar
Itself is
the only true liquid divine.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin'
your joys.
Oh Lord it's the right thing for courtin' and fightin'
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 wilder than cream?
What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
Smoother than honey and
stronger than steam
What'll make the dumb talk, what'll make the lame walk
The elixir of life and philosopher's stone
And
what helped Mr. Brunell to dig the Thames tunnel
Wasn't it Poteen me boys from old Innishowen.
Then stick to the Cratur
the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord knows I wonder if lightning and thunder
Was
made from the plunder of Poteen me boys
