Mountain Dew

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
That's made by Galway Bay

And policemen all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them a slip and they'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew

At the foot of the hill there's a near little still
With the smoke curling up to the sky
By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell
That there's poachers brewing nearby

For it fill the air with the odor rare
And betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll you can take a bowl
Or a bucket full of Mountain Dew

Now learned men who use the pen
Have brooch and braziers high
That sweep a chin from our early green
Distilled from the wheat and the rye

Throw away your pills, it'll cure all your ills
In pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease up your throat
With the rare old Mountain Dew

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
That's made by Galway Bay

And policemen all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them a slip and they'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew