Rare Old Mountain Dew

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Where grasses grow and waters flow
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In a free and easy way,
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But give me enough of that rare old 
stuff
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That's made near Galway Bay.
And policemen all from Donegal,
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Sligo and Leitrim too,
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We'll give them a slip and we'll 
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take a sip
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Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.

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[chorus]

Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri 
oodle idle loo
dithery oo di dithery i day
Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri 
oodle idle loo
Dithery oo di dithery i day

At the top of the hill there's a 
neat little still,
Where the smoke curls up in the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can 
plainly tell
That there's poteen brewing nearby;
It fills the air with an odor rare
And betwixt both me and you,
When home we roll we'll take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.

[chorus]

Now learned men who use the pen
They sing your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye;
Throw away your pills, it will cure 
all ills
Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your 
throat
With the rare ould Mountain Dew