A Moonshiners Prayer


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.

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