Dubliners - The rare auld mountain dew lyrics

Let gra**es grow and waters flow in a free and easy way But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay And 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 Chorus 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 an aura rare And betwixt both me and you As home you troll, you can take a bowl Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew Chorus Now learned men who use the pen Have wrote your praises high Of the rare poitin from Ireland green Distilled from wheat and rye Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills Of Pagan, Christian or Jew So take off your coat and grease your throat With the rare old Mountain Dew Chorus