Gitarre: Liedbeispiel 9s
The Humors Of Whiskey
[Bearbeiten]Irischer Folk-Song Text: Joseph Lunn zugeschrieben (Dublin 1899 publ.) bearbeitet von Mjchael
Der Sänger Tom Lenihan nannte nannte das Lied "Paddy's panacea" (Paddys Allheilmittel) und lernte es aus einem amerikanischen Liederbuch mit dem Titel „617 Irish Songs and Ballads“ (um 1900). Er vertonte es mit einer ihm bekannten Melodie „Larry O’Gaff“. Tom Munnelly entdeckte einen Text davon im „The Emerald Isle Song Book“ (Dublin 1899), wo es Joseph Lunn zugeschrieben wird, und die Melodie lautet „In Ireland So Frisky“. Obwohl Tom Lenihan zeitlebens Abstinenzler war, sagte er, das Lied habe ihn vom ersten Moment an begeistert. Tom Lenihan scheint die einzige Quelle des Liedes in Irland zu sein. Während Aufnahmen im Studio "The Current"sang Hozier 2019 eine spontane Acappela-Version des Irish Folk.
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Begleitvorschlag
[Bearbeiten]Der Rhythmus ist eine Jig (von dem französischen Gigue abgeleitet.) Wie beim Walzer wird bis drei gezählt. Typisch ist, dass die 3 etwas stärker als die 2 betont wird.
The Humors Of Whiskey
[Bearbeiten]- 1
- Let your [C]quacks and newspapers
be [F]cuttin' their [C]capers
And [F]curing the [C]Vapours,
the [G]Scratch and the Gout.
With their [C]medical potions,
their [F]pills and their [C]lotions,
Up [F]holdin' their [C]notions,
they're [G]mighty put [C]out.
- Who can [C]tell the true physic
of [F]all things pa-[C]thetic
And [F]pitch to the [C]Devil
Cramp, [G]Colic and Spleen?
Oh you'll [C]find them I think
if you [F]take a big [C]drink
With your [F]mouth to the [C]brink
of a [G]jug of Po-[C]teen.
- Then [C]stick to the Cratur
the [F]best thing in nature
For [F]sinkin' your [C]sorrows
and [G]raisin' your joys.
Oh [C]what botherations
no [G]bolt to the nation
Can [F]bring consol-[C]ation
like [G]Poteen me [C]boys.
- 2
- No [C]liquid cosmetic
to [F]lovers ath-[C]letic
Or [F]ladies path-[C]etic
can [G]bring such a bloom
As the [C]sweet, by the powers
to the [F]garden of [C]flowers
Never [F]brought it own [C]powers
such a [G]darlin' per-[C]fume.
- And this [C]liquid's so rare
if you're [F]willin' to [C]share
To be [F]takin' your [C]hair
when its [G]grizzled and dead.
Oh the [C]Sod has the merit
to [F]yield the true [C]spirit
So [F]strong it'll [C]shake all
the [G]hairs from your [C]head.
- Then [C]stick to the Cratur
the [F]best thing in [C]nature
For [F]sinkin' your [C]sorrows
and [G]raisin' your joys.
Oh [C]since its perfection
no [F]doctor's di-[C]rection
Can [F]cleanse the com-[C]plexion
like [G]Poteen me [C]boys.
- 3
- As a [C]child in my cradle
the [F]nurse from her [C]ladle
Was [F]swillin' her [C]mouth
with a [G]notion of ``Pep
When a [C]drop from her bottle
fell [F]into me [C]throttle.
I [F]capered and [C]scrambled
right [G]out of her [C]lap.
- On the [C]floor I lay crawlin'
and [F]screamin' and [C]bawlin'
Till [F]Father and [C]Mother
soon [G]came to the fore.
Con-[C]ceived I lay dying,
all [F]wailing and [C]crying
They [F]found I was [C]only
a-[G]cryin' for [C]more.
- Then [C]stick to the Cratur
the [F]best thing in [C]nature
For [F]sinkin' your [C]sorrows
and [G]raisin' your joys.
Oh [C]Lord how I'd chuckle
if [F]babes in their [C]truckle
Could [F]only be [C]suckled
on [G]Poteen me [C]boys.
4;
- Through [C]youthful digressions
and [F]times of de-[C]pression
My [F]childhood im-[C]pression
still [G]clung to me mind.
In [C]school and in college
the [F]basis of [C]knowledge
I [F]never could [C]gulp 'till
with [G]whiskey com-[C]bined.
- Now as [C]older I'm growin',
time's [F]ever bes-[C]towin'
On [F]Erin's po-[C]tation
a [G]flavour so fine
And how [C]e're they may lecture
on [F]Jove and his [C]nectar
It-[F]self is the [C]only
true [G]liquid di-[C]vine.
- Then [C]stick to the Cratur
the [F]best thing in [C]nature
For [F]sinkin' your [C]sorrows
and [G]raisin' your joys.
Oh [C]Lord it's the right thing
for [F]courtin' and [C]fightin'
There's [F]nowt so ex-[C]citing
as [G]Poteen me [C]boys.
- 5
- Come [C]guess me this riddle
what [F]beats pipes and [C]fiddle
What's [F]hotter than [C]mustard
and [G]wilder than cream?
What [C]best wets your whistle,
what's [F]clearer than [C]crystal
[F]Smoother than [C]honey
and [G]stronger than [C]steam
- What'll [C]make the dumb talk,
what'll [F]make the lame [C]walk
The [F]elixir of [C]life
and phi-[G]losopher's stone
And what [C]helped Mr. Brunell
to [F]dig the Thames [C]tunnel
Wasn't it [F]Poteen me [C]boys
from [G]old Innisho-[C]wen.
- Then [C]stick to the Cratur
the [F]best thing in [C]nature
For [F]sinkin' your [C]sorrows
and [G]raisin' your joys.
Oh [C]Lord knows I wonder
if [F]lightning and [C]thunder
Was [F]made from the [C]plunder
of [G]Poteen me [C]boys.
