Tullamore Dew
At home once more in Tullamore,
to breathe fresh hope along the Grand,
a spirit dwells as it did before,
The Dew, a well anointed brand.
Give liquid life, the Clodagh could,
from its Slieve Bloom mountain source,
Uisce beatha aged in barrel wood,
now that proofing took its course.
Remembered days of cooper’s way,
trusted trade tools in their hands,
shaping timbers curve, so they stay,
secure, with strong steel bands.
A heritage finds its feet again,
steeped in tradition of the town,
raise a glass in toast to those back then
and the legacy they passed down.
Here in Tullamore, it was said before,
to “Give everyman his Dew”,
how times change on history's floor,
as the ladies love it too.
Tullamore Dew, of blends so true,
finest grains used in the making,
Granted anew, through time it grew,
Pure Class, here for the taking.
Fear
the poet not, but weigh his word,
drink
the whiskey, its fair Dew,
and
time that you may well afford,
savouring
the company of a few.
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