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FA SIb
Where grasses grow and waters flow
FA DO
In a free and easy way,
FA SIb
But give me enough of that rare old stuff
FA DO FA
That's made near Galway Bay.
And policemen all from Donegal,
REm
Sligo and Leitrim too,
FA SIb
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
FA DO FA
Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.
chorus
Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
dithery oo di dithery i day
Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
Dithery oo di dithery i day
At the top of the hill there's a neat little still,
Where the smoke curls up in the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poteen brewing nearby;
It fills the air with an odor rare
And betwixt both me and you,
When home we roll we'll take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.
chorus
Now learned men who use the pen
They sing your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye;
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills
Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare ould Mountain Dew
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