Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rare Old Mountain Dew, artist - The Dubliners.
Date of issue: 18.02.2002
Song language: English
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 sip |
Of the rare old Mountain Dew |
Hi 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-deh |
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 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 Dew |
Now learned men who use the pen |
Have wrote your praises high |
Of 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 throat |
With the rare old Mountain Dew |