Mountain Dew (with the Dubliners)

Oh let 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 real old mountain dew

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up at 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

The 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 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

And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew