Mountain Dew (with the Dubliners)

Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That’s made near Galway Bay
Come galgers all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we’ll give the slip and we’ll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal,
dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal,
dal dithery al dee
There’s a neat little still at the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there’s poitin, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl
Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal,
dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal,
dal dithery al dee
Now learned men as use the pen
Have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Away with yer pills, it’ll cure all ills
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucketful of Mountain Dew