MOONSHINER

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  • MOONSHINER
    “The Moonshiner” is a folk song with disputed origins. It is believed that the song
    originated in America, then later made famous in Ireland. Others believe that it was the
    other way around. The Clancy Brothers stated on their recording that the song is of Irish
    origin, but again, this is disputed. When speaking of whiskey from both sides of the pond,
    the word “corn’ has different meanings. On the west side, “corn” refers specifically to Zea
    maize, and its gazillion variants. On the east side, and especially in Ireland as relates to
    this discussion, the word corn is a generic term used much the same as west siders would
    use the word “grain.” However, I don’t think it includes maize, but an east-sider could
    better answer that. Traditionally, Zea maize was not used to make whiskey (or whisky) by
    the east-side producers, legal or not. This seems to buttress the idea of “The Moonshiner”
    having an American origin.
    I’ve been a moonshiner for many a year,
    I spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
    I’ll go to some hollow and I set up me still
    and i’ll make you a gallon fer a ten shillin bill.
    I’m a rambler I’m a gambler
    I’m a long ways from home.
    And if you don’t like me well leave me alone.
    I’ll eat when I’m hungry and I’ll drink when I’m dry,
    And if moonshine don’t kill me I’ll live till I die.
    I’ll go to some hollow in this count-er-ey,
    Ten gallons of wash i can go on a spree.
    No women to follow the world is all mine,
    And I love none so well as I love the moonshine.
    I’m a rambler I’m a gambler
    I’m a long ways from home.
    And if you don’t like me well leave me alone.
    I’ll eat when I’m hungry and I’ll drink when I’m dry,
    And if moonshine don’t kill me I’ll live till I die.
    O Moonshine dear Moonshine oh how I love thee,
    Ya kill me ol’ father but ar’ ya try me.
    Oh bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine,
    Oh it’s breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine
    I’m a rambler I’m a gambler
    I’m a long ways from home.
    And if you don’t like me well leave me alone.
     I’ll eat when I’m hungry and I’ll drink when I’m dry,
    And if moonshine don’t kill me I’ll live till I die.