Mountain Dew

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

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At the foot of the hill, theres a neat little still
Where the smoke twirls up to the sky
For the smoke and the smell
You can sure as hell tell there's poteen brewing nearby
It fills the air, with an odor rare, and betwixt both me and you
When home you roll, you can take a big bowl
And pop it in your mountain dew

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Now learned the men who use the pen, have wrote their praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills; it will cure all ills
Of the pagan, the Christian, the Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the real old mountain dew

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