Rare Old Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way, But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay,And policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too,Oh, we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sipOf the rare old Mountain DewChorusHi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-dehAt the foot of the hill there's a neat little still,Where the smoke curls up to the sky,By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tellThat there's poitin brewin' nearby.For it fills the air with an aura rare,And betwixt both me and you,As home you troll, you can take a bowl,Or a bucket of the Mountain DewChorusNow learned men who use the pen,Have wrote your praises highOf the rare poitin from Ireland green,Distilled from wheat and rye.throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills,Of Pagan, Christian or Jew,So take off your coat and grease your throatWith the rare old Mountain Dew.