Let the gra**es grow
And the waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That's brewed near Galway Bay
For the peelers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we'll give 'em a slip
And we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
By the side of the hill, there's a doll little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
You can easy tell by a whiff of the smell,
That there's poitín, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can take a bowl,
Or a bucketful of mountain dew
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Now learned men who use the pen,
Have wrote the praises high
Of the sweet poitín from Ireland green,
Distilled from wheat and rye
Away with yer pills, it'll cure all ills,
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat
And grease your throat with a bucketful of mountain dew
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Let the gra**es grow
And the waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That's brewed near Galway Bay
For the peelers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we'll give 'em a slip
And we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey