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The Real Old Mountain Dew
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Ah didlee ay dum
ah diddlee ay dum
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Ah doo ray diddlee ai ay
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Ah didlee ay dum
ah diddlee ay dum
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Ah doo ray diddlee ai ay
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Let grasses grow and waters flow
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In a free and easy way
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Just give me enough of that fine old stuff
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That's made near Galway Bay
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The police men from old Donegal
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Sligo and Lietrin too
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We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
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Of that real old Mountain Dew CHORUS
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At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
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Where the smoke curls up to the sky
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By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
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There's poitin brewin near by
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It fills the air with a perfume rare
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But betwixt both me and you
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When home we go you can take a bowl
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Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew CHORUS
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Now learned men who use a pen
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Have wrote your praises high
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That sweet poitin from Ireland green
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is stilled from wheat and rye
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Put away your pills, it'll cure all ills
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Be ye Christian, pagan or Jew
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Take off your coat and grease your throat
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With a bucket of the Mountain Dew CHORUS
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