[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
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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
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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]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.