Rare Old Mountain Dew

"Rare Old Mountain Dew" lyrics and music traditional

Performed by Brobdingnagian Bards
From: Another Faire to Remember

* Fol the diddle-ly dum da diddle-ly dum,
da diddle-ly diddle-ly day
Fol the diddle-ly dum da diddle-ly dum,
da diddle-ly diddle-ly day

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That’s made near Galway Bay.
Come ’gougers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too.
We’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip
Of the rare old mountain dew.

At the foot of the hill, there’s a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky,
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there’s poitin brewing nearby.
For it fills the air with perfume rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
A bucket full of mountain dew.

Now learned men that use the pen
Have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green,
Distilled from wheat and rye.
Throw away your pills. It’ll cure all ills
Be you pagan Christian or Jew.
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a rare old mountain dew.

 

Chords: KEY D

[A]Fol the [D]diddle-ly dum da [G]diddle-ly dum,
da [D]diddle-ly diddle-ly [A]day
[A]Fol the [D]diddle-ly dum da [G]diddle-ly dum,
da [D]diddle-ly [A]diddle-ly [D]day

Let [D]the grasses grow and the [G]waters flow
In a [D]free and easy [A]way,
But [D]give me enough of the [G]rare old stuff
That’s [D]made near [A]Galway [D]Bay.
Come [D]’gougers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim [Bm]too.
We’ll [D]give them the slip and we’ll [G]take a sip
Of the [D]rare old [A]mountain [D]dew.

 

Background

Notes: Poitin  (or poteen or potcheen) -- also called mountain dew -- is illegal whiskey.

 

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