Karaoké Rare Old Mountain Dew The Irish Rovers

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and an easy way

But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay

Come policemen all from Donegal

From Sligo and Leitrim too

We'll give them the slip and we'll take a little sip of the rare old mountain dew

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At the foot of the hill there's a neat old little still where the smoke curls up to the sky

With the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell there's poitin brewin' nearby

For it fills the air with a perfume rare to bewitch both me and you

While home you stroll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew

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Now the glass that cheers is sweet and clear like the honey from the bee

There's nothin' finer or this sublime you can set your senses free

And your cares and woes all away they'll flow when you try a drop or two

Be it day or night you can take delight in the rare old mountain dew

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Now learned men who use the pen have wrote their praises high

Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye

Put away your pills

It'll cure all ills of the Pagan, the Christian or Jew

Take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew

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