08 Rare old mountain dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way 
But give me enough from the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay 
Policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too, 
We'll give them a slip and  we'll take a little sip 
of the rare old mountain dew 


thiddle i ay di diddle dum, thiddle i ay di diddle dum 
thiddle i ay di diddle dum a dam dey;
thiddle i ay di diddle dum, thiddle i ay di diddle dum 
thiddle i ay di diddle dum a dam dey;


At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, 
where the smoke curls up to the sky 
By the smoke and smell you can plainly tell, 
there's potcheen brewin’ closeby 
For it fills the air with an odoure rare, 
and betwixt both me and you 
As home ye stroll, ye can take a bowl, 
or a bucketful of mountain dew 

Now learned men who use the pen, 
have sung the praises high 
Of the sweet potcheen from Ireland green, 
distilled from wheat and rye 
Throw away yer pills, it'll cure all ills, 
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew 
Take off your coat and grease your throat 
with a a bucketful of mountain dew.