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 Chorus Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doo dle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlu m-deh Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doo dle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlu m-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 Chorus 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. Chorus