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Paddy's Panacea
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Rock
Paddy's Panacea was released on December 29, 2016 by Topic as a part of the album Paddy's Panacea
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Release DateDecember 29, 2016
LabelTopic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

Lyrics

Let your quacks in newspapers be cutting their capers
'Bout curing the vapors, the scratch or the gout
With their powders and potions, their salves and lotions
Oh honing their notions they're mighty put out
Would you know the true physic to bother pathetic
And pitch to the devil cramp, colic and spleen
You'll find it I think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a glass of whiskey
Then stick to the crater, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what moderation or dose in the nation
Can give consolation like whiskey me boys
No liquid cosmetic for lovers athletic
Or ladies pathetic can give such a bloom
As for sweet by the powers the whole garden of flowers
Never gave their own bowers such a darling perfume
Then the liquors are hairy pure wishing to share
To be turning your hair when it's grizzled or red
Sure the sod has the merit to make the true spirit
So strong it will turn the hair in your head
Then stick to the crater, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh since 'tis perfection no doctor's direction
Can guard the complexion like whiskey me boys
While a child in the cradle my nurse with a ladle
Was filling my mouth with a notion of pep
When a drop from her bottle slipped into my throttle
I capered and ragged clean out of her lap
On the floor I lay sprawling, kicking and bawling
Till father and mother was both to the fore
All sobbing and sighing conceived I was dying
But soon found I only was screeching for more
Then stick to the crater, 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 with whiskey me boys
Through my youthful digression of years of depression
My childhood's impression still clung to my mind
For at school or at college the bowl of sob knowledge
I never could gulp till with whiskey combined
And as older I'm growing time's ever bestowing
On Erin's potation a flavor so fine
And I wear them a lecture 'bout Japanese nectar
Itself is the only true liquor divine
Then stick to the crater, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh Lord 'tis delighting for courting or fighting
They're not so exciting as whiskey me boys
Come guess me this riddle what bait pipe and fiddles
What's stronger than mustard or milder than cream
What best whets your whistle what's clearer than crystal
Sweeter than honey and stronger than steam
What will make the dumb talk what will make the lame walk
What's the elixir of life and philosopher's stone
And what helped Mr. Brunel to dig the Thames tunnel
Sure wasn't it whiskey from old Denny's own
Then stick to the crater, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh Lord I'd not wonder if lightning and thunder
Was made from the plunder of whiskey me boys
Written by: Traditional
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