Rare Ould Mountain Dew

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

Just give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay

From gougers and policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too,

And we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

Hi the diddley I dillum, diddley doodle I dillum diddley doori diddley di day

Hi the diddley I dillum, diddley doodle I dillum diddley doori diddley di day

At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still, where the smoke curls up to the sky

Where you whiff and the smell you can plainly tell that there’ been poteen brewing close by

For it fills the air with perfume rare and betwixt both me and you

So it’s home you stroll, you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew

Hi the diddley I dillum, diddley doodle I dillum diddley doori diddley di day

Hi the diddley I dillum, diddley doodle I dillum diddley doori diddley di day

Now learned men who use the pen, have written their praises high

Of the sweet poteen from Erin’s green, distilled from wheat and rye

So away with your pills it will cure all ills, be it pagan, the Christian or Jew

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

Hi the diddley I dillum, diddley doodle I dillum diddley doori diddley di day

Hi the diddley I dillum, diddley doodle I dillum diddley doori diddley di day.