Rare Ould Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and an easy way
But give me enough of the fine old
Stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay
For policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a little sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew

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At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
With the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
There's poitin brewin' nearby
For it fills the air with a perfume rare
To bewitch both me and you
While home we stroll, you can take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

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Now the glass that cheers is sweet and clear
Like the honey from the bee
This nectar fine with tastes sublime, sure to set your senses free
And your cares and woes, all away they'll flow
When you try a drop or two
Be it day or night, you can take delight in the rare old Mountain Dew

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Now learned men who use the pen
Have wrote their praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills
Of the Pagan, the Christian, or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare old Mountain Dew

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