The Irish Rovers

The Irish Rovers - Rare Old Mountain Dew lyrics

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Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy 
way,
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed 
near Galway Bay,
Come policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too,
Oh, we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew

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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

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
That there's poitin brewin' nearby.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
And betwixt both me and you,
As home we stroll, we can take a bowl,
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

Chorus

Now learned men who use the pen,
Have sung the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green,
Distilled from wheat and rye.
Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills,
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With the dear old Mountain Dew.

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