Tinker's Poteen
Sam Kelly & The Lost Boys feat. Michael McGoldrick
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Now I was born a tinker and I tell you no lie
A tinker I'll live and a tinker I'll die
But don't get me wrong, I will carry no shame
For I was born a tinker and I'm proud of my name
My father brewed the poitin up in the messy brown brae
But when I was a young man, to me he did say
My son you are full grown now, it's plain to be seen
The time has come to teach you how to make the poitin
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We brew 'em wherever we wander in
Disa land away
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we're hauling away
He taught me to trade and I learned it well
I made the finest poitin any tinker did sell
And I use the same still now as my father before
And his father's father back a hundred years or more
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We brew 'em wherever we wander in
Disa land away
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we're hauling away
Burning as it quenches, poison as it heals
Lay it in your bed, my son, you're spinning like a wheel
Now I travel selling poitin with the road as my home
From Donegal to Dublin, this land I'm free to roam
I travel with my son and he'll soon learn our trade
We'll make the finest poitin any tinker ever made
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We brew 'em wherever we wander in
Disa land away
When the lawman come calling
Now don't you be stalling
We're up and we're hauling
Our still and our copper
Our still and our copper away