Orthodox Celts - Rare Old Mountain Dew

orthodox celts “rare old mountain drew” originaly by the dubliners

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let grasses grow , and waters flow , in a free and easy way ,
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but give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near galway bay
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oh peelers all , from donegal , galway and etrim too ,
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we’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

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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