Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough for the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
And Poilcemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
Will give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
Where the smoke goes up to the sky
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poitin brewin' nearby
It fills the air with all dew rare
And betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll, you can take a bowl
Or a bucket in the Mountain Dew
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Now learned that men who use the pen
Have wrote your praises high
The sweet poitin from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away with your pills, it'll cure all ills
Of Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare old Mountain Dew
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
Ha-la di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddly-deh
