Bucket Of Mountain Dew

Chorus:
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        Hay da diddle diddle doo, hay da diddle diddle day,
	       G                  D
	Hay da diddle did doo dal day
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	Hay da diddle diddle doo, hay da diddle diddle day
               G          D       G
	Hay da diddle did doo dal day
Verse:
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        Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
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	But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
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	Come gaugers all from Donegal, from Sligo and Leitrim too
	      G                            C                 G        D        G
	We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew

Chorus

        At the top of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke curls up the sky
	By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell, there's a poitin brewing nearby
	Oh it fills the air with an odour rare and betwixt both me and you
	When home we roll, we can drink a bowl or a bucket of Mountain Dew
Chorus

        Now learned men who use the pen, they sing your praises high
	That sweet poitin from Ireland green, destilled from wheat and rye
	Away with pills, it will cure all ills of the Pagan, Christian or Jew
	So take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain Dew

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