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