The Real old Mountain Dew

G C G D 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 G C D G 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