There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, where the smoke curls up in the sky, By a whiff and a smell you can plainly tell, that there's poitin boys close by. For it fills the air with a perfume rare, and betwixt both me and you, As home we rowl, we'll drink a bowl, or a bucketful of mountain dew!
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Date: 2007-08-09 09:04 pm (UTC)By a whiff and a smell you can plainly tell, that there's poitin boys close by.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare, and betwixt both me and you,
As home we rowl, we'll drink a bowl, or a bucketful of mountain dew!