Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way. Just give me enough of that fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay. And peelers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrum, too. We'll give them the slip and we'll have a sip of that real old mountain dew. Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky. From the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell there' s poteen brewin' nearby. For it fills the air with a perfume rare. Betwixt both you and me, When home you roll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew. Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
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