Mountain Dew (with the Dubliners)

Oh let 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
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew
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 poitín, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare, and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl or a bucketful of mountain dew
Whereas learned men as use the pen have written your praises high
The sweet poitín from Ireland green that's made from wheat and rye
Go away with your pills! It'll cure all ills for a Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of mountain dew
Let grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
Give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gougers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew