Текст песни The Rare Auld Mountain Dew - The Dubliners , Shane McGowan , Ronnie Drew

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

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 odor rare,

That betwixt both me and you,

As home we stroll, we can take a bowl,

Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

Now learned that men who use the pen,

Have wrote your praises high

Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,

Distilled from wheat and rye.

Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills,

Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew,

So take off your coat and grease your throat

With the rare old Mountain Dew.

Авторы: Terry Woods, Eamonn Francis Campbell, Darryl Hunt, Ronald Drew, Jeremy Max Finer, James Fearnley, Andrew Ranken, Shane Mac-gowan, Peter Stacey, Philip Chevron, Sean Cannon, Barney Mackenna, John Sheahan

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15-03-2013

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