The Dubliners

The Dubliners - Mountain Dew lyrics

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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 brewed 
near Galway Bay
Come gougers 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

Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, 
and smoke twirls up to the sky
For the smoke and the smell, its plan to tell that 
there's poteen brewing near by
It fills the air, with an odor rare, and betwixt both 
me and you
of the mountain dew

Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day

Now learned men who use the pen, have written their 
praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from 
wheat and rye
Throw away your pills; it will cure all ills, of the 
pagan, the Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat, with the 
real old mountain dew

Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day

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