Let 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
And we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the real old mountain dew

Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee

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 poteen 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.

Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee

Now learned men as use the pen
Have written the praises high
Of the rare poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye

Go 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 a bucket full of the mountain dew

Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee

Let 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
And we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the real old mountain dew

Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee