Local band (sadly defunct) Kilbrannan's take on a classic chronicle concerning the Cratur... Lyrics: Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers On curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their salves and their lotions Upholding their notions, it's mighty put out. Who can tell the true physic to all that's pathetic And pitch to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen You'll know it I think if you take a big drink With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh what botheration, no bolt in the nation Can give consolation like whiskey me boys. While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling 'Til me mother and father soon came to the fore All weeping and cryin' they thought I was dyin' Then found I only was a-cryin' for more. So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle Could only be suckled on whiskey me boys. Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression Me childhood's impression still clung to my mind And at school or at college the basis of knowledge I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined And as older I'm growin' times ever bestowin' On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine And how ere they may lecture on Jove and his nectar Itself is the only true liquid divine So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courtin' and fightin' There's nowt so excitin' as whiskey me boys. Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam What'll make the dumb talk, what'll make the lame walk, What's the elixir of life and philospher's stone And what helped Mr. Brunnell to dig the Thames Tunnel Wasn't it whiskey me boys from ould Inisowen ? So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord knows I wonder, if lightnin' and thunder Was made from the plunder of whiskey me boys. So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys So raise your glass high - Raise 'em up to the sky And then sing all the praises of Whiskey, me boys