Rare Old Mountain Dew

Let grasses 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
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
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