Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and newspapers be their capers
About the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their medical potions, serums and their lotions
their notions, they're mighty put out.

Who can the true physic to all that's pathetic
And pitch to the divil, cramp, and spleen
You'll it I think if you take a big drink
With your to the brink of a jug of poteen

So stick to the the best thing in nature
For sinking sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no dose in the
Can give consolation poteen me boys.

No cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or bodies pathetic can such a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of
Ever gave their own bowers a darling perfume
And liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taking hair when it's frizzled and dead
Oh the sod has the merit to yield the spirit
So strong it will all the hairs from your head

Then stick to the cratur' the thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your
Oh since its perfection, no direction
Can cleanse the complexion like me boys

While a child in me cradle, me with her ladle
Was my mouth with a notion of pap
a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and capered out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin' and and bawling
'Til me mother and were called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they I was dying
But soon found I only was for more.

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their
They only suckle on poteen me boys

Through my youthful aggression, through of depression
My childhood's still clung to my mind
And at school or at college the basis of
I never could gulp with whiskey combined

And as older I'm times ever bestowin'
On Erin's potation, a so fine
And how ere may lecture on jove and his nectar
Itself is the only liquid divine

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in
For sinking your sorrows and raising your
Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and
There's nowt so exciting as me boys.

Come me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What's hotter than mustard and milder than
What wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
sweeter than honey and stronger than steam

What'll make the walk, what will make the dumb talk,
The of life and philospher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames
Wasn't it poteen from Inisowen

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in
For sinking your sorrows and raising your
Oh lord, it's no wonder, if and thunder
made from the plunder of poteen me boys.

You maidens pathetic, with athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can't the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart
It'll quiet a stallion or an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a
You'd kick up your and you'd peel to the buff
Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be
If only take a few drops of the stuff

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
For nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men the boys.