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 poitin 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 poitin 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