The Dubliners – Rare Old Mountain Dew (Ukulele)

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Where the grasses grow,   And the waters flow,   In a free and easy way

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But give me enough,   Of the rare ol' stuff,   That's made near Galway Bay

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Come goughers 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 ol mountain dew

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There's a neat little still At the foot of the hill

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Where the smoke curls up to the sky

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By the whiff and the smell, You can plainly tell

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That there's poteen brewin' nearby

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

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And it's home we go, With a pint or bowl, Or a bucket full a mountain dew

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Now learned men,   Who use the pen,   Have written your praises high

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Of the rare poteen, From Ireland green, That's made from wheat and rye

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So, Away with yer pills, It'll cure all ills, Be ya, Pagan, Christian or Jew

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So take off yer coat, And grease yer throat, With a bucketfull of mountain dew