Oh, let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare ould stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gougers all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip Of the real ould mountain dew
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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 poitin, boys, close-by For it fills the air with a perfume rare And betwixt both me and you As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl Or a bucketful of mountain dew
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There's learned men that use the pen Have written yer praises high Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green Distilled from wheat and rye Go away with yer pills, it'll cure all ills Of the Pagan, Christian or Jew So take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucketful of Mountain Dew
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Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare ould stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gaugers all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip Of the real ould Mountain Dew
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