Mountain Dew - Tom Makem, Pat Clancy, Pete Seeger

Hi-the-diddley-I-dill-dum, diddley-doodle-I-dill-um, diddley-

doo-ri-diddley-di-day

Hi-the-diddley-I-dill-um, diddley-doo-dill-I-dill-um, diddley-

doo-ri-diddley-di-day

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

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

And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too

We’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old mountain dew

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 painly tell, that there’s poteen brewing

nearby

It fills the air with odour rare and betwixt both me and you

When home you stroll, you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew

Now learned men who use the pen, have wrote your praises high

That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye

Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills of pagan, christian or jew

Take off you coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew