Let grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the good old stuff
That's brewed near Galway Bay
And policemen all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the real old mountain dew.

Hai-di-diddly...

At the foot of the hill
there's a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can tell that well
That there's poteen boys near by.
For it fills the air with a fragrance rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can take a bowl
Or a bucketful of mountain dew.

Hai-di-diddly...

Now learned men who used the pen
Have summed the praises high
Of the rare poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills
Be ye pagan, Christian, or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucket full of the mountain dew.

Hai-di-diddly...

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