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w:Let the gras_ ses_ grow and the wa_ ters_ flow in a free and_ ea_ sy_ way, But
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w:give_ me e-nough of the rare_ old_ stuff that's__ made near Gal_ way Bay, Oh
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w:pee -lers all, from Do-ne-gal, Sli -go and - Leit-rim, too, And we'll
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W:Let grass grow, and waters flow,
W:In a free and easy way,
W:But give me enough of the fine old stuff
W:That's made near Galway Bay.
W:Oh, peelers all, from Donegal.
W:Galway and Antrim too -
W:We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
W:Of the real old mountain dew.
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W:At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
W:Where the smoke curls up to the sky.
W:By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
W:That there's whisky brewing nearby.
W:For it fills the air with odour rare,
W:And betwixt both me and you,
W:When home you roll you can take a bowl
W:Or a bucket of the mountain dew.
W:
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W:Now learned men who use the pen
W:Who've wrote your' praises high,
W:This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from
W:Ireland's green Distilled from wheat and rye.
W:Throw away your pills - it'll cure all ills
W:Of pagan or Christian, Jew.
W:Take off your coat and free your throat
W:With the real old mountain dew.
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