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 gangers 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. 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.