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Mountain Dew

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Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
Just give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay
And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old mountain dew

Hi dee diddly di dee dum, diddly do dee di dee dum…

At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still, where smoke twirls up to the sky
For the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell that there’s poteen brewing nearby
It fills the air, with odor rare, and betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll, you can take a bowl, or a bucket of the mountain dew

Now learned men who use the pen, have wrote your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills; it will cure all ills, be you pagan, or Christian or Jew
Tear off your coat and grease your throat, with the real old mountain dew

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