Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way,    But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay,   And policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too,   Oh, we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip   Of the rare old Mountain Dew      Chorus      Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh    Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh      At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still,   Where the smoke curls up to the sky,   By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell   That there's poitin brewin’ nearby.   For it fills the air with odor rare,   That betwixt both me and you,   As home we stroll, we can take a bowl,   Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew      Chorus      Now learned that men who use the pen,   Have wrote your praises high   Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,   Distilled from wheat and rye.   Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills,   Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew,   So take off your coat and grease your throat   With the rare old Mountain Dew.      Chorus