Of the rare old Mountain Dew

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Irish Drinking Songs - Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and the waters flow,

In a free and easy way

But give me enough of the rare ould stuff,

Thatґs made near Talgrey Bay

Ye peelers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim, too

Oh, weґll give the slip and weґll take a sip,

Of the rare old Mountain Dew



Thereґs 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

Thereґs poitin, boys, close by

For it fills the air with odor rare,

And betwixt both me and you

When home you roll, you can drink a bowl,

Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew



Now learned men who used the pen,

Who wrote the praises high

Of the rare poitin from Ireland green,

Distilled from wheat and rye

Away with yer pills, itґll cure all ills,

Be ye Pagan, Christian, Jew

So take off your coat and free your throat,MORE]