Mountain Tay

Let grasses 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
 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 troll, we can take a bowl,
 Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew
 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 a bucket of the Mountain Dew.