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F Bb Where grasses grow and waters flow F C In a free and easy way, F Bb But give me enough of that rare old stuff F C F That's made near Galway Bay. And policemen all from Donegal, Dm Sligo and Leitrim too, F Bb We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip F C F Of the rare ould Mountain Dew. [chorus] Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo Dithery oo di dithery i day At the top of the hill there's a neat little still, Where the smoke curls up in the sky; By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell That there's poteen brewing nearby; It fills the air with an odor rare And betwixt both me and you, When home we roll we'll take a bowl Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew. [chorus] Now learned men who use the pen They sing your praises high That sweet poteen from Ireland green Distilled from wheat and rye; Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills Pagan or Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat With the rare ould Mountain Dew