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Traditional
  1. Let grass 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 Dongegal.
    Galway and E-Trim too -
    We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
    Of the real old mountain dew.
  2. At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
    Where the smoke curls 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
    Or a bucket of the mountain dew.
  3. Now learned men who use the pen
    Who've wrote your' praises high,
    This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green
    Distilled from wheat and rye.
    Throw away your pills - it'll cure all ill
    Of pagan or Christian, Jew.
    Take off your coat and free your throat
    With the real old mountain dew.