Mountain Dew (with the Dubliners) - The Pogues, The Dubliners

Let grasses grow and waters flow

In a free and easy way

But give me enough of the rare old stuff

That’s made near Galway Bay

Come galgers all from Donegal

Sligo and Leitrim too

Oh, we’ll give the slip and we’ll take a sip

Of the rare old Mountain Dew

Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal,

dal dithery al dee

Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal,

dal dithery al dee

There’s a neat little still at the foot of the hill

Where the smoke curls up to the sky

By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell

That there’s poitin, boys, close by

For it fills the air with a perfume rare

And betwixt both me and you

As home we roll, we can drink a bowl

Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal,

dal dithery al dee

Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal,

dal dithery al dee

Now learned men as use the pen

Have writ the praises high

Of the rare poitin from Ireland green

Distilled from wheat and rye

Away with yer pills, it’ll cure all ills

Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew

So take off your coat and grease your throat

With a bucketful of Mountain Dew