Mountain Dew

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 Hi-the-diddley-I-dill-dum, diddley-doodle-I-dill-um, diddley- doo-ri-diddley-di-day
 Hi-the-diddley-I-dill-um, diddley-doo-dill-I-dill-um, diddley- doo-ri-diddley-di-day
 Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
 But give me enough of the fine ould stuff that's made near Galway Bay
 And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
 We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew
 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 painly tell, that there's poteen brewing nearby
 It fills the air with odour rare and betwixt both me and you
 When home you stroll, you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew
 Now learned men who use the pen, have wrote your praises high
 That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
 Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills of pagan, christian or jew
 Take off you coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew