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 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