Tinker's Poteen
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โฑ๏ธ 5:11 duration
๐ ID: 15124270
๐ Lyrics
Well I was born a tinker
And I'll tell you no lie
A tinker I will 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 poteen
Upon the Bessiebrown Brae
And 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 poteen
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We're brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we're hauling away
He taught me the trade
And I learned it well
We made the finest poteen
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're brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we're hauling away
Burning as it quenched
Poison as it heals
Laying in your bed my son
Spinning like a wheel
Now I travel selling poteen
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 poteen
Any tinker ever made
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We're brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
Now don't get me stalling
We're up and we're hauling
Stealing our copper
Stealing our copper away
And I'll tell you no lie
A tinker I will 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 poteen
Upon the Bessiebrown Brae
And 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 poteen
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We're brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we're hauling away
He taught me the trade
And I learned it well
We made the finest poteen
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're brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we're hauling away
Burning as it quenched
Poison as it heals
Laying in your bed my son
Spinning like a wheel
Now I travel selling poteen
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 poteen
Any tinker ever made
The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We're brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
Now don't get me stalling
We're up and we're hauling
Stealing our copper
Stealing our copper away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:38.23] Well I was born a tinker
[00:40.29] And I'll tell you no lie
[00:45.45] A tinker I will live
[00:47.83] And a tinker I'll die
[00:53.02] But don't get me wrong
[00:55.22] I will carry no shame
[01:00.40] For I was born a tinker
[01:02.87] And I'm proud of my name
[01:07.96] My father brewed the poteen
[01:10.35] Upon the Bessiebrown Brae
[01:15.41] And when I was a young man
[01:18.25] To me he did say
[01:22.70] "My son you are full grown now
[01:25.39] It's plain to be seen
[01:30.36] The time has come to teach you
[01:32.19] How to make the poteen
[01:38.34] The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
[01:43.59] We're brewing wherever we're wandering
[01:45.82] This, our land, our way
[01:49.75] When the lawman come calling
[01:51.36] We're up and we're hauling away
[02:00.21] He taught me the trade
[02:02.26] And I learned it well
[02:07.36] We made the finest poteen
[02:09.44] Any tinker did sell
[02:14.98] And I use the same still now
[02:17.04] As my father before
[02:21.70] And his father's father
[02:23.63] Back a hundred years or more
[02:30.05] The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
[02:35.19] We're brewing wherever we're wandering
[02:37.46] This, our land, our way
[02:41.43] When the lawman come calling
[02:43.04] We're up and we're hauling away
[02:52.38] Burning as it quenched
[02:53.96] Poison as it heals
[02:55.86] Laying in your bed my son
[02:57.58] Spinning like a wheel
[03:16.43] Now I travel selling poteen
[03:18.81] With the road as my home
[03:24.01] From Donegal to Dublin
[03:25.95] This land I'm free to roam
[03:31.96] I travel with my son
[03:33.72] And he'll soon learn our trade
[03:39.43] We'll make the finest poteen
[03:41.73] Any tinker ever made
[03:51.22] The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
[03:56.27] We're brewing wherever we're wandering
[03:58.82] This, our land, our way
[04:02.84] When the lawman come calling
[04:04.24] Now don't get me stalling
[04:05.49] We're up and we're hauling
[04:06.45] Stealing our copper
[04:07.79] Stealing our copper away
[04:08.65]
[00:40.29] And I'll tell you no lie
[00:45.45] A tinker I will live
[00:47.83] And a tinker I'll die
[00:53.02] But don't get me wrong
[00:55.22] I will carry no shame
[01:00.40] For I was born a tinker
[01:02.87] And I'm proud of my name
[01:07.96] My father brewed the poteen
[01:10.35] Upon the Bessiebrown Brae
[01:15.41] And when I was a young man
[01:18.25] To me he did say
[01:22.70] "My son you are full grown now
[01:25.39] It's plain to be seen
[01:30.36] The time has come to teach you
[01:32.19] How to make the poteen
[01:38.34] The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
[01:43.59] We're brewing wherever we're wandering
[01:45.82] This, our land, our way
[01:49.75] When the lawman come calling
[01:51.36] We're up and we're hauling away
[02:00.21] He taught me the trade
[02:02.26] And I learned it well
[02:07.36] We made the finest poteen
[02:09.44] Any tinker did sell
[02:14.98] And I use the same still now
[02:17.04] As my father before
[02:21.70] And his father's father
[02:23.63] Back a hundred years or more
[02:30.05] The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
[02:35.19] We're brewing wherever we're wandering
[02:37.46] This, our land, our way
[02:41.43] When the lawman come calling
[02:43.04] We're up and we're hauling away
[02:52.38] Burning as it quenched
[02:53.96] Poison as it heals
[02:55.86] Laying in your bed my son
[02:57.58] Spinning like a wheel
[03:16.43] Now I travel selling poteen
[03:18.81] With the road as my home
[03:24.01] From Donegal to Dublin
[03:25.95] This land I'm free to roam
[03:31.96] I travel with my son
[03:33.72] And he'll soon learn our trade
[03:39.43] We'll make the finest poteen
[03:41.73] Any tinker ever made
[03:51.22] The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
[03:56.27] We're brewing wherever we're wandering
[03:58.82] This, our land, our way
[04:02.84] When the lawman come calling
[04:04.24] Now don't get me stalling
[04:05.49] We're up and we're hauling
[04:06.45] Stealing our copper
[04:07.79] Stealing our copper away
[04:08.65]