The sun to grow, the moon to shine
Waters deep, clear, and cold
The brambles thick and trees so tall,
protect our stills from the law.
We thank the heavens for those things
we’ve known.
From the soil to still, from coil to jar,
we thank you Lord for this art of ours.
The right of man of no king to infringe
The water of life will flow without end.
Keep us safe, sight unseen, allow us now
to make Potcheen.
The Alchemist Cabinet 
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