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[Chorus:]
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

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay
For policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew

[Chorus]

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
There's whiskey brewin' nearby
For it fills the air with its odour rare
To bewitch both me and you
As home ye stroll, you can take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

[Chorus]

Now learned men who use the pen
Have sung their praises high
Of the sweet potcheen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Put away your pills, it'll cure all ills
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucketful of Mountain Dew

[Chorus]

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