Uisge Beatha

A dram will drown the weather and fortify the soul
There’s more warmth in a drop of whiskey than you’ll find in a lump of coal
It puts the swagger in your step and the poet in your tongue
It makes the young men older, it keeps the old ones young

Usige Beatha, water of life
Usige Beatha, keener than a flick knife
Usige Beatha, bring me to my knees
Usige Beatha, same again please

Now Jesus was the man for turning water into wine
They put him on at weddings to perform his holy sign
Our fathers in the Gaeltacht went one better than the Lord
They turned water into whiskey and down the throat it poured

The Irish have their Jamieson’s the Scots their Johnny Red
If ya cannae get the one thing then the other’s fine instead
You can drink it from a bottle, you can drink it from a flask
If you live up in Glen Livet you can drink it from a cask