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 ^DGalloway ^Gbay

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

^GTiddly adle doodle dum, tiddly a^Cdle doodle dum tiddly ^Gumble tadle doodle dum ^Dday! tiddly ^Gadle doodle day, tiddly a^Cdle doodle dum, tiddly ^Gumble tadle d^Doodle dum ^Gday

^Gthere's a nice little still, at the foot of the hill, where the smoke curls up to the ^Dsky be a ^Gwhiff of the smell, you can p^Clainly tell there's ^Gpoitin^D boys close^G by.

^GFor it fills the air, with a perfume rare, that betricks both me and ^Emyou as ^Ghome we roll, we'll ^Cdrink a bowl, or a ^Gbucket full of m^Dountain d^Gew

^Gas liars and men, who've used the pin, have written your prices h^Digh, been a r^Gare poitin, from I^Creland green, ^Gdistilled from ^Dwheat and r^Gye. ^Gaway with your pills, it'll cure all ills be a pagan christian or J^Emew, so take ^Goff your coat, and ^Cgrease your throat with a ^Gbucket full of m^Dountain d^Gew.