Lyrics Mountain Dew - The Blarney Lads

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
We’ll give them the slip when we take a sip of the real old mountain dew
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
At 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 tell, that there’s poteen brewing
nearby
For it fills the air with an odor rare that betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll, take a bucket or a bowl of the real old mountain dew
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
Now learned men who use a pen have wrote your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills of pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off you coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day