The Real Old Mountain Dew

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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 and take a sip
Of the rare old mountain dew

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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
It fills the air with odor rare
And betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll you can take a bowl
Or a bucket of the mountain dew

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Now learned men who use the pen
Have wrote your praises high
The sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills it'll cure your ills
Be you pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare old mountain dew

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Writer(s): Traditional, Donie Cassidy, Desi Hynes
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