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Rare Old Mountain Dew
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Let grasses grow, and waters flow, in a free and easy way, But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay Oh peelers all, from Donegal, Galway and Etrim 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 curles up to the sky, By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that there's whisky brewing nearby For it fills the air with odor rare, and betwixt both me and you, When home you roll you can take a bowl and a bucket full of mountain dew Now learned men who use the pen, who've wrote your praises high, This sweet "pocheen" from Ireland's green, distilled from wheat and rye Throw away your pills, it'll cure all ills of Pagan, Christian and Jew Take off your and free your throat with the rare old mountain dew
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