The Real Old Mountain Dew
© 2007 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the rare ould stuff that's made near Galway Bay.
Now the gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too,
We'll give them the slip & we'll take a sip o’ the real old mountain dew

Chorus: Hi-the-ditheree all the dall, all-the-dall the dithery-all,
Hi-the-dall-dall dithery-all the day,
Hi-the-ditheree all the dall, all-the-dall the dithery-all,
Hi-the-dall-dall dithery-all the day.

At the foot of the hill, there's a neat little still, where the smoke curls to the sky,
By the whiff of smell, you can surely tell, that there's pocheen brewing nearby.
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.

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Now learned men who use the pen, have wrote your praises high,
Of sweet pocheen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye.
Away with pills, it will cure all ills of pagan, Christian or Jew,
Take off you coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew.

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