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Let grasses grow and water flow in a free and easy way
G C G D G
But give me enough of the fine ol' stuff that's made near Galway Bay
G Em G D
And policemen all from Donagal, Sligo and Leitren too
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We'll give them the slip then we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew
Chorus:
G C G
Hi the diddley I dill dum, diddley doodle I dill-dum, diddley doo ri
D
diddley di day
G C G
Hi the diddley I dill dum, diddley doodle dill I dill dum, diddley doo ri
D G
diddley di ray
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke curls up
the sky
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that there's poteen
brewing nearby
It fills the air with odeur rare but betwixt both me and you
When home you roll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain
dew
Chorus
Now learn the men who use the pen, have wrote your praises
High
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Thow away your pills, it will cure all ills be you Pagan, Christian
or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain
Dew
Chorus Two times