Rare Old Mountain Dew - The Dubliners

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way

But give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay

And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too

Oh, we’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip

Of the rare old Mountain Dew

Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh

Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh

At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still

Where the smoke curls up to the sky

By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell

That there’s poitin brewin' nearby

For it fills the air with an aura rare

And betwixt both me and you

As home you troll, you can take a bowl

Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

Now learned men who use the pen

Have wrote your praises high

Of the rare poitin from Ireland green

Distilled from wheat and rye

Throw away your pills, it’ll cure all ills

Of Pagan, Christian or Jew

So take off your coat and grease your throat

With the rare old Mountain Dew