Rare Old Mountain Dew, The
| Samuel Lover |
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| Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too Oh, we'll give 'em a slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, where the smoke curls up to the sky By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell, that there's poit�n, boys, close by For it fills the air with a perfume rare, and betwixt both me and you As home we roll, we can drink a bowl, or a bucketful of mountain dew thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey Now learned men as use the pen, have writ the praises high Of the sweet poit�n from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye Away with yer pills, it'll cure all ills, be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew So take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of mountain dew thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey This page has been viewed 6987 times |
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