The Dubliners – Rare Old Mountain Dew (Guitar)

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Oh let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way

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But give me enough of the rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay

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Come gougers all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too

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And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day

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There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill And the smoke curls up to the sky

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By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell That there's poitín, boys, close by

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For it fills the air with a perfume rare And betwixt both me and you

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As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day

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Whereas learned men as use the pen Have written your praises high

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That sweet poitín from Ireland green That's made from wheat and rye

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Go away with your pills, it'll cure all ills For a Pagan, Christian or Jew

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Take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucketful of Mountain Dew

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day

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Oh let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way

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But give me enough of the rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay

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Come gougers all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too

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And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day

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Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day