Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Real Ould Mountain Dew a.k.a. (rare ould mountain dew)
The grass is growin' waters flow in a free and easy way
but give me enough of the fine ould stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Now Policeman all from Donegal and Galway and Leister too
We'll give them the slip when we take a sip of the real ould mountain dew
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still and the smoke goes up to the sky
from the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell of the sip they're brewin' nearby
oh it fills the air with perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
at home we'll roll you can take a bowl of the real ould mountain dew
Now learned men who use the pen have wrote their praises high
it's sweet poteen (pacheen) from Ireland's green distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills it'll cure all ills of Pagan or Christian or Jew
tkae off your coat and grease your throat with a bucket of the mountain dew
