Mountain Dew (with the Dubliners)

Oh 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 gougers all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill And the smoke curls up to the sky By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell That there's poitín, boys, close by For it fills the air with a perfume rare And betwixt both me and you As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew Whereas learned men as use the pen Have written your praises high That sweet poitín from Ireland green That's made from wheat and rye Go away with your pills, it'll cure all ills For a Pagan, Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucketful of Mountain Dew Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way Give me enough of the rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gougers all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too Well, we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew