craythur

Whiskey.

Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with his work each day

Alternative form of creature.

[...] why, at home, if a craythur hasn't a hat to pull, he'll pull the hair off his head, sooner than not make a bow. Shut ye'r mouth, do, and go on, ye little ill-reared winkle; [...]

Then he answered thickly, "Och, sure, and it's far enough from well it is, yer honour, and it's far enough from well yer honour would be if he'd seen the soights that Pathrick Moriarty, as harmless a craythur as ever was born, has seen thi noight."