Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Paddy Kelly is my name, making poteen is my game
And I live a way there behind the hill
I can make a drop that’s pure and there’s nothing it can’t cure
It surpasses any medicine or pill
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And it tastes as sweet as honey as it trickles down your throat
It looks as clear and pure as morning dew
It would make a fella sing, though he didn’t have a note
Won’t you try a drop of Paddy Kelly’s brew
Now it will cure your rheumatism it’ll cure a wheezy chest
It will cure you of the gout or gall stones too
It curses toothache, headache, backache, fallen hair and all the rest
Fallen arches, corns and bunions and the flu
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Any summer day you’ll find me catching salmon in the glen
Or setting snares for rabbits on the hill
But nicest thing of all is when evening shadows fall
Just to watch those bottles filling at my still
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Now I know you will confess that the world’s in a mess
And the politicians don’t know what to do
I can offer them a plan that will cure the ills of man
Throw away the guns and hand out Kelly’s brew
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