All of the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare aul' stuff
That's made near Galway Bay
Come gougers all, from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give them the slip
And we'll take a sip
Of the real old mountain dew
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day

There's a neat little still
At the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up at 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
That's betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl
Or a bucket full of the mountain dew
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day

There's learned men who used the pen
Have written your praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green
That's made from wheat and rye
Go away with your pills
It will cure all ills
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucket full o' mountain dew
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
Give me enough of the rare aul' stuff
That's made near Galway Bay
Come gaugers all, from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give them the slip
And we'll take a sip
Of the real old mountain dew
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-idle diddle dum
Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day

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