Tinkers Poitin Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
Seamus Moore, although Seamus recorded this song I don't think he wrote it, I'd say the song is even older that Seamus Moore. Poitin is one of the strongest alcoholic drinks in the world, it's brewed using malted barley, potatoes and God knows what else they use. It's a traditional Irish drink that's banned by the state, it's equivalent in America would be moonshine. Another poteen well known folk song here is The Hills Of Connemara Song which many ballad singers recorded since it was written.
I[G] was born a [Em]tinker and I'll[C] tell you no[G] lie
A tinker I've lived and a[Am] tinker I'll [D]die
Now[G] don't get me wrong, I [C]carry no [D]shame
The [G]lord made me a[Em] tinker and I'm[C] proud of me [G]name.
Me[G] father brewed [Em]poteen on [C]Bessy'd best [G]range
When I was twelve to [Am]me he did [D]say
"Well [G]son your of [Em]age and it's [C]plain to be[D] seen
It's[G] time I taught you how to [C]make the po[G]teen"
Well he taught me the trade and I learnt it well
I made the finest poteen any tinker could sell
And I used the same still that me da used before
Aye it's been in the family for a hundred years or more
Well I sold my poteen from Derry to Cobh
From Donegal to Dublin and around by Mayo
Through the 32 counties I'm free to roam
Aye the poteen's me livin' and the roadside's me home
Well I married a tinker, a colleen so fair
Her father and mother were tinkers from Clare
To have me a son is my fondest dream
How I'd love teachin' him how to make the poteen
I would teach him the trade in a tinker's poteen.