To the tune of "The Pirate Song" (see the DT)

The Wylde Turkey Chanty

There's many a slip, twixt the cup and the lip
when the waters on fire, 'tis risky to sip!
You've heard, I am sure, of fountains of wine
Well, the whole river's running with good old moonshine!

So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!
So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!

The fish are all flying, I swear it's the truth!
for the water they're breathing is near ninety proof!
it gives a new meaning, say what you will
that deep and dark waters, they always run "still"

So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!
So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!

There's many a song and tale that is told
of adventures on rivers in days that are old
The ohio, missouri and mississippi
Can't hold a candle to the Wylde Turkey

So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!
So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!

they say it's unsafe, and we should not drink
I'm sure that's exactly what they want us to think
But for a while, we can dip up for free
The Kentucky Bourbon usually sold for a fee!

So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!
So grab up your buckets, your casks and your kegs
and dip up that whiskey that's going to beg!