Chords for The Humours of Whiskey (Full Version) - Colm R. McGuinness

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_ Let your quacks and newspapers be [N] cottoned their capers
About curing the vapors, the scratch and the gout
With their medical potions, their serums and lotions
Upholding their notions, their mighty put out
Who can tell the true physic to all that's pathetic?
And pitch to the devil cramp, colic and spleen
And you'll know it I think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of patcheen
_ So stick to the creature, 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 patcheen me boys
No liquid cosmetic, to lovers athletic
Our bodies pathetic can give such a bloom
As a sweet by [D] the powers in the garden of flowers
Ever gave their own bower such a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taken your hair when it's frizzled and dead
Oh the sword has the merit to yield a true spirit
So strong it'll shake all the hairs from your head
And stick to the creature, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
[A] Oh since it's perfection, no doctor's direction
Can cleanse a [D] complexion like patcheen me boys
While a child in [F] me cradle, my nurse with her ladle
Was filling me mouth [D] with an ocean of pop
When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and [Am] cape her, cleaned out of her [G] lap
On [B] the floor I lay crawling and screaming and bawling
Till me mother [F] and father were called [D] to the floor
[B] All sobbing and sighing, [F#m] they feared I was dying
But soon found I [Am] only was crying for [E] more
So [F] stick to the creature, the best thing in nature
For [D] sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord how they chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could suckle on patcheen me boys
Then my youthful aggression grew kind of a passion
Me childhood ambition still clung to me mind
And as schooler at college, the basis of knowledge
I never could go till with [Am] whiskey [B] combined
And as [A] older I'm [D] growing, time's ever [B] bestowing
An [Am] errand's votation, a favour so fine
And the way they may lecture and dove in
Is nectar [D] itself is the only true liquid divine
So stick to the creature, the best thing in nature
For [A] sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord is there [D] writing or carting and fighting
They're now so exciting as [Am] patcheen me boys
[D] Youngest me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream
But best what's your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's sweeter than honey and stronger than [A] steam
What'll make the lame walk, what'll [D] make the dumb [B] talk
The [Am] elixir of life and philosopher's stone
And what had Mr.
Brunnel to build a tent tunnel
[D] How was in it patcheen [Am] from mill in the shone
So stick to the creature, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
[D] Oh lord it's no wonder if lightning and thunder
Were made from the plunder of patcheen me boys
You made him pathetic with lover's athletic
Or with cosmetic [Am] you can't beat the drop
With a glow to [D] your cheek it'll make your heart leap
It'll quiet stallion and cure an ill cub
At the mouth you would drool be reduced to a fool
You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff
And then he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd take [Am] a few drops of the stuff
[D] So stick to the creature, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
But it's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men from the boys
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