The Irish Rovers - Rare Old Mountain Dew lyrics

Let gra**es grow and waters flow in a free and easy way, But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay, Come 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 Chorus 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 a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you, As home we stroll, we can take a bowl, Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew Chorus Now learned men who use the pen, Have sung the praises high Of the rare poitin from Ireland green, Distilled from wheat and rye. Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew, So take off your coat and grease your throat With the dear old Mountain Dew. Chorus