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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 We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew.
Hi the diddly eyedle-um, diddly doodle eyedle-um diddly do-ri diddly di-day Hi the diddly eyedle-um, diddly doodle eyedle-um diddly do-ri diddly di-day
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 poitín 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.
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Now, learned men who use the pen have wrote your praises high The sweet poitín from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye. Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills, of pagan or Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew.
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