The Rare Ould Mountain Dew The Pogues & The Dubliners
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[Verse 1: Ronnie Drew]
Ah, let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew
[Chorus: Ronnie Drew]
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
[Verse 2: Ronnie Drew]
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell hat there's poitin, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl or a bucketful of Mountain Dew
[Chorus: Ronnie Drew]
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
[Verse 3: Shane MacGowan]
Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye
Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of Mountain Dew
Ah, let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew
[Chorus: Ronnie Drew]
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
[Verse 2: Ronnie Drew]
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell hat there's poitin, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl or a bucketful of Mountain Dew
[Chorus: Ronnie Drew]
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al
Dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
[Verse 3: Shane MacGowan]
Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye
Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of Mountain Dew
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