Let grasses grow and wa-ters flow in a free and easy way but

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Give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Gal-way bay. Oh,

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Peelers all, from Donegal, Galway and Etrim too ____ We’ll

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Give them the slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old Moun-tain Dew.

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At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky. By the

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Smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that there’s Whiskey brewin’ near by. For it

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Fills the air with O-dor rare and be-twixt both ME and YOU____ When

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Home you roll you can take a bowl or a bucket of Moun-tain Dew.

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Now learn-ed men who use the pen have wrote your prais-es high This

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Sweet pocheen from Ire-land’s green dis-tilled from wheat and rye. Throw a-

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Way your pills, it’ll cure all ills of Pagan, Christian, Jew___ Take

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Off your coat and free your throat with the Real Old Moun-tain Dew