I was drinking Inverness^TM on the second day of Spring
The whiskey had me seeing stars, my liver kissed my spleen
And when Geordie drank his sixteenth beer, he passed out dead away
And flew out from his body, which I hope does not decay.

Now, somewhere out in Tennessee is a brand called Johnny Red^TM
And some folks swear it is the best, or may God strike them dead.
And aye, the Red is mighty mash, but heaven it not be,
For my God spread the Dew upon the land most dear to me.

For God lives on Tully, from the land of green so rare
Why search the stars for the Spirit True, when our own's beyond compare
And when I pour the amber past my eyes of baby blue I know God lives on Tully,
it's His own dream come Dew.

Now, I've tasted Spice on Arakkis, and it outranks eating sand.
On Wrigley's, I once chewed the gum, and I've sipped Her finest brand
And I've drunk the high-proof Summer Snow^TM on a Rigel mountain cap
And gotten plastered "going Between" by Pern's own Dragonback^TM

Yes, I've lushed this whole grand galaxy, and I thank God it was big
I thank God that my liver held Black Velvet^TM through Glenfiddich^TM
And I thank the Lord that I've been served in the bars across mankind
I love the God who made Ireland, whose ouisgi outlives Time.

And God lives on Tully, on the Spirit revered by Man.
Why search the stars for the Dorsai's choice, when it's made in Ireland?
The beauty of its smoothness always moves my eyes to tears
For God lives on Tully, and the Wee Folk make Tully right here.
Yes, God lives on Tullamore, He lives and He lushes right here.

Written 1993 by Gerald Bliss.

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