Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers And curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their pills and their lotions Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out. You can tell the true physic of all things prophetic 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 ladies pathetic can give such a bloom As the sweet by the pow’rs in the garden of flow’rs Ever gave their own bow’rs 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 As a child in me cradle, me nurse from 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 screamin’ and bawling’ Me mother and father were called to the fore All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying But found I was only 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 might only 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 e’er 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 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. Brunel to build the Thames Tunnel Well wasn't it poteen from ould Inishowen So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Ah sometimes I wonder if lightning and thunder Were only the plunder of poteen me boys.

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray Over hills and mountains and to Americae You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae O whiskey, you're me darlin' drunk or sober Oh, now, brave boys, we're on the march and off to Portugal and Spain The drums are beating, banners flying, the devil ahome we'll come tonight Love, fare thee well, with me tithery idle oodle um a da Me tithery idle oodle um a da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh There's whiskey in the jar. Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray Over hills and mountains and to Americae You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober Said the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me For if you do I will torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da Me tithery idle oodle um a da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh There's whiskey in the jar! Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray Over hills and mountains and to Americae You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae O whiskey, you're me darlin' drunk or sober The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly Gives ev'ry man his flask of powder, his farlock on his shoulder Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da Me tithery idle oodle um a da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh There's whiskey in the jar! Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray Over hills and mountains and to Americae You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae O whiskey, you're me darlin' drunk or sober

For to see my Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I'd travel Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel. Still I'll sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny For they all go bare and they live by the air, And they want no drink nor money. I went down to Satan's kitchen, for to beg me food one morning And there I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning. Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me The moon will quake and the stars will shake, whenever they espie me. No cunning slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me. And when that I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder His staff I'll break, his dog I'll shake, there'll howl no demon louder. So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels I'll drink it all, and brewed with gall, with Maudlin I will travel.

Original song by Buffy Ste. Marie

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name He was born and raised in Ireland in a place called Castle Maine he was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy and dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy At the early age of sixteen years, Jack left his native home and to America’s sunny shores he was inclined to roam he robbed the rich, he helped the poor he shot James McEvoy A terror to America was the wild colonial boy One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along a-listening to the mockingbird, a-singing a cheery song up came a band of troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy "Surrender now Jack Duggan for you see we're three to one" "Surrender in the Queen's high name for you are a plundering son" Jack drew two pistols from his belt he proudly waved them high "I'll fight but not surrender!" said the wild colonial boy He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground and turning 'round to Davis he received a fatal wound a bullet pierced his proud young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy and that was how they captured him the wild colonial boy

I'll tell me ma, when I get home The boys won't leave us queens alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright, till I get home He is handsome, he is pretty He is the belle of Belfast city He is a-courting one, two, three Please won’t you tell me who is he? Albert Mooney says he loves him All the boys are fightin' for him Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell Saying "Oh, my true love are you well?" Out he comes as white as snow Rings on his fingers, bells on his toes Ol' Johnny Murray says he’ll die If he doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travelin' through the sky He’s as sweet as apple pie I’ll get my own right by and by When I get a lad of my own I won't tell my ma when I get home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney I loves still I'll tell me ma, when I get home The boys won't leave us queens alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's alright, till I get home He is handsome, he is pretty He is the belle of Belfast city He is a-courting one, two, three Please won’t you tell me who is he?

Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again So here's a health to the company and one to my lass Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well For style and for beauty there's none can excel There's a smile on her countenance as she sits upon my knee Sure there’s none in this wide world as happy as we. chorus Our ship lies at harbor she's ready to dock I wish her safe landing without any shock And if ever we should meet again by land or by sea I will always remember your kindness to me chorus