Whisky Grail

Aye sailormen,
You arrived at the holy grail of whisky
Now you will taste the zest of the sea and smoke,
Come with me

Barley spread on malting floor
Partly dried then taken to the peat kilns
Where the wondrous moss
Is burning in the chambers

Smoke rising from underneath
Infusing malt with smokey tint
Breaking down of starch in grain
Fermenting of sugars

Distilled pure as the eye of the Christ
Matured in oak casks and time

Hail to the sea
The wind in our sails
Stars will guide our ship
To the bay of the whisky grail

Island of peat
Grail of the whisky king
Onwards we march for thee
Let us drink, let's drink

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Wonderfully Meaningless