Ирландская народная песня – Mountain dew 1

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

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Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill, and smoke twirls up to the sky
For the smoke and the smell, its plan to tell that there's poteen brewing near by
It fills the air, with an parfume rare, and betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll, you can take a bowl, or a bucket of the mountain dew

Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day

Now learned men who use the pen, have written their praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Go away with your pills; it will cure all ills, of the pagan, the Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat, with the bucklet of the old mountain dew

Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day