The Dubliners - Rare old mountain dew

^GOh let grasses grow, and the wa^Cters flow in a ^Gfree and easy ^Dway! but g^Give me enough of the r^Care ol' stuff that's ^Gmade near ^DGalway ^Gbay

^GCome peelers all, from Donnegal, Sligo and Leitrim ^Emtoo, we'll g^Give them the slip, and we'll ^Ctake a sip of the ^Greal old ^Dmountain d^Gew.

^Gthere's a neat little still, at the foot of the hill, where the smoke curls up to the ^Dsky by the s^Gmoke and the smell, you can p^Clainly tell that there's ^Gwhiskey ^Dbrewing near ^Gby.

^GFor it fills the air, with a odour rare, that betwixt both me and y^Emou when h^Gome you roll, we'll d^Crink a bowl, or a ^Gbucket of the ^Dmountain ^Gdew

^GNow learned men, who use the pen, Who've wrote your praises ^Dhigh, That swe^Get poitin, from Ir^Celand's green, ^Gdistilled from ^Dwheat and r^Gye. ^GThrow away your pills, it'll cure all ills be a Pagan, Christian or ^EmJew, so take ^Goff your coat, and ^Cease your throat with the ^Greal ol ^Dmountain ^Gdew.