Tinker's Poteen Songtext
von Sam Kelly & The Lost Boys feat. Michael McGoldrick

Well I was born a tinker
And I′ll tell you no lie
A tinker I will live
And a tinker I'll die
But don′t get me wrong
I will carry no shame
For I was born a tinker
And I'm proud of my name

My father brewed the poteen
Upon the Bessiebrown Brae
And when I was a young man
To me he did say
"My son you are full grown now
It's plain to be seen
The time has come to teach you
How to make the poteen


The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We′re brewing wherever we′re wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
We're up and we′re hauling away

He taught me the trade
And I learned it well
We made the finest poteen
Any tinker did sell
And I use the same still now
As my father before
And his father's father
Back a hundred years or more

The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We′re brewing wherever we're wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
We′re up and we're hauling away

Burning as it quenched
Poison as it heals
Laying in your bed my son
Spinning like a wheel


Now I travel selling poteen
With the road as my home
From Donegal to Dublin
This land I'm free to roam
I travel with my son
And he′ll soon learn our trade
We′ll make the finest poteen
Any tinker ever made

The Connemara hills are full of copper stills
We're brewing wherever we′re wandering
This, our land, our way
When the lawman come calling
Now don't get me stalling
We′re up and we're hauling
Stealing our copper
Stealing our copper away