The Rare Ould Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow

In a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the rare old stuff

That's made near Galway Bay,

Come gangers all from Donegal,

Sligo and Leitrim too,

Oh, we'll give the slip and we'll take a sip

Of the rare old Mountain Dew

Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee

Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee

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 can drink a bowl,

Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Now learned men as use the pen,

Have writ the praises high

Of the rare poitin 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.