The Rare Old Mountain Dew

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That’s made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we’ll give ’em a slip and we’ll take a sip
Of the rare old mountain dew

Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

There’s a neat little still at the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there’s poitín, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl
Or a bucketful of mountain dew

Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

Now learned men as use the pen
Have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poitín from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Away with yer pills, it’ll cure all ills
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucketful of mountain dew

Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey